This poem is priceless. The mall is a fitting theme where people congregate, shop, eat, drink, date, get sick like the outside world and the new realities we live in. We really feel motionless by this Covid epidemic, we feel like mannequins distanced from each other. We all seek those warranties but we can't get them. The price of health is high, the price of sanity is higher.
Wonderful as usual sir Jacob.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
your response is better than the poem...thank you, Sami,
j.
The whole mannequin thing is such a great idea! Maybe like today's youth that only communicate through text. Stuck in their place looking at each other through camera lens but would never want to embrace.
mannequins make eyes at each other
no reach,
no hugs
safely confined to their places - I think this was my favorite part, but of course, I can't take it out of the overall context of your poem.
Nicely written. I like your analogy poems their warrantee doesn't expire. tyfs
I prefer being the mannequin and their distant company but will be happy if we ever get to the point we don’t have to be so distant whether it be due to Covid or our own petty and destructive behaviors. I like the message in this.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..