A reflection of your picture-perfect self,
filtered through a Polaroid camera you can’t afford,
gains a hundred more admiring red hearts than you’ve ever felt
in your life. Instagram.
But you are too busy to pay attention. Because you’re
flying higher than the others,
and your ears are filled with the constant siren pings –
fellow birds echoing your melodic tweet
or flattering for your attention.
#Itsthemomentthatcounts. So you snap away,
to share the joy of the photograph-taking party,
that reflects your
picture-perfect life.
The stranger. that lives the digital you.
Day 2: Reflections
the walking pencil 
nice figurativity…I like the sustained theme, and the give-and-take of chatting. 🙂
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That was wonderful. I loved how your speaker sees the self we show online as someone who is a stranger. It’s very true with all the photo filters etc. what is a true image of us in real life, on the outside, and on the inside. Great poem.
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Thank you. I’m glad you were able to identify with the poem 🙂
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Nice poem. Shows that you don’t have to take pictures of what you do everytime so that other people would know that you have a life.
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Thank you, and yes, exactly. And I think people are too busy capturing the party than actually enjoying the party!
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True!
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