Naked, nude, exposed—bereaved
It makes me anxious, makes me peeved
As if I’ve lost a crucial limb
An arm, a leg, my brain within
Have I become just like the youth?
Aloof, detached, so uncouth
A person I don’t want to be
Obsessed, addicted, can’t break free
Email, texts, notes, and maps
Icons, buttons… apps, apps, apps
To reference it, habitual
Head bent down, in ritual
I miss each ding and beep and chime
Is this my life’s new paradigm?
Without it time creeps terribly
Hours pass unbearably
My love for it is criminal
It’s hold is not subliminal
It makes me sad, it makes me moan
To go a day without my phone.
I don’t think I could go a whole day. Lol
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I had to once, and it resulted in this poem!
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We’re u at jury duty? Lol
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No. I’d accidentally left it at home when I went to work. Never considered that about jury duty, but now I have yet another reason to avoid it. 😉
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LOL
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Haha, Maybe I’m strange but I love going without my phone! Maggie
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Teach me to be like you – haha.
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very poetic and all so relatable!
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Thanks. I figured I wasn’t alone.
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Clever. Different. I love this. AND I love my phone. I forgot it at work one day last week when I came home for lunch, and even an hour apart felt interminable.
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Thank you! I accidentally left it at home one day when I went to work and I was without it ALL DAY. It was nightmarish! I didn’t know what to do with my hands (so I grabbed a pen and started this poem because what the heck else was I gonna do?).
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A whole day?
Oh! The unplugged horror.
😱
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Truly.
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It seems like a ridiculous concept. A day without one’s phone should be simple enough, everyone did it pre-90’s, but now in 2022 going without your cellular device is like going without a limb. I like sacrificing my addiction and voluntarily going without a phone to experience life through an entirely new lens. I realized once and for all how reliant I was on my phone. In a way, I could never truly be present regardless of what I was doing because the whole world was in my pocket at all times. Aiva xx
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Exactly. Shows just how powerful those little suckers are. Many of us are slaves to them.
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Fun poem! I often forget to turn mine on in the morning and go just about all day without it. If it wasn’t for the camera and podcasts, I wouldn’t use it very often.
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Yet another reason to envy you (the retirement was the first reason). 🙂
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I once lost my phone in Iceland, and even though I’d gone without it for less than 24 hours, I felt as if I lost a limb without it. I was extremely lucky that I was referred to an electronics store that was opened on a Sunday to get a new one, but never again!
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Ooh, I thought it was bad when the husband’s was swallowed by the Pacific Ocean last summer. In a foreign country would be truly dreadful. Glad you got it worked out so quickly.
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Nice poem….very true for many people today too!
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Thanks. And I agree.
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Well put, and rhyming too! I can go hours without looking at my phone, but if I don’t have it, I feel like I’m missing something. I’ve been without it for longer when I’m traveling some places, but then it feels like it’s part of the adventure to be off the grid for a while.
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Thanks, Ruth. It sounds like you don’t need addiction treatment just yet… 😉
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The Travel Architect is also the Word Architect. You are a gifted and talented writer 🤓!!!!
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Thanks, Jan Jan! 🙂
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Awesome poem!
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Thank you!
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I can relate. I left mine at home a couple months back and spent the whole day without it. My friend panicked when I hadn’t texted her back after 8 hours and called my fiancé to make sure I was okay. It’s funny (but also not funny) how dependent we’ve become on our phones.
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Indeed. When my mom doesn’t reply to my texts (even just a “thumbs up” so I know she got it), I freak out because she’s 85 and I think she’s had a heart attack or something.
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Well done on this poem! I too love my phone. I consciously keep it in my pocket or purse when I’m visiting with someone, out for a meal, etc. I don’t miss it during those times, but if I happen to forget it at home, I do have mild anxiety until I have it again.
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Thank you. Yes – anxiety. That’s the thing!
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No phone, no problem for me. I don’t seem to be wired right for today’s modern world!
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I just realized I never replied to your comment – so sorry. I’m glad you don’t have phone addition. It’s not fun.
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I have gone a whole month. It was so awful 😭
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We just got back from a 2-night spa getaway where digital devices were prohibited in all public areas. Since we were rarely in our room, we rarely looked at our phones the whole 48 hours. I guess it’s the difference between choosing to be without it and accidentally forgetting it, which is what happened to inspire the poem.
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