Promptly Poetry

Modern Times

Modern Times

How strange the world is now,
when masked, we drift through spaces
once filled with noise and bustle,
empty spaces lately, signed by silence.
Thus we drain our lives of joy,
rely upon the long ago, the mem’ries,
exchanging times more magical
for recipes without the spice of risk.
You’d think by now that we would know
that immortality is never ours
(that endless strife being all that beckons)
but death gives meaning to it all.


Line Count: 12
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 19
Prompt: Write a poem using the words masked, strange and magical.