I wrote this poem on this day last year. Not much has changed. I am getting sick and tired of having one (or two) masks on the entire day. It is not pleasant at all.
The no-makeup, plain-face,
Now-okay-with-being-Janes,
Breathe stale air
Through layers of fabric
Or some thick, three-ply
Plastic-nightmare…
Perfectly concealed stays
The permanent, unamused
Animated face, not unfazed
By a completely random
Unscratchable itch
Which disappears leaving
A definite trace – a new spot
Finding a spot on
The no-makeup, scar face-
The masked days
Have now overstayed
Their unwelcome.
©Aaysid
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Wow. You have described how we all feel, dear Aaysid. I love this authentic poem. Is lovely.
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That is so kind of you to say. Thank you, Jeff. 😊
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You’re most welcome. Always. ☺️
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Wowww..! This is awesome dear Aaysid..! Very Amazingly written..!💕💕
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Thank you so much.😊
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My pleasure dear..!✨
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Excellent piece!
😷they really have overstayed their unwelcome! Hope it gets better by next year!
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I hope so too. Thank you so much.😊
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I completely feel the suffocation. It’s been a long time.
Masks can be hard to live with. 🙂
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Yes, and I believe that they are not that hygienic as well, but sadly, we have no choice.
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Beautiful, so connectable.your poems are .
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Thank you, that’s too kind of you.🙂
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Sadly because covid I cant do my hobby 😦
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