Digital caravanserai

Imagine if social media kept its promise
Of the early days, the hope, the praise
Keeping friends and family, near and far
An everyone, everywhere, all-at-once update
In a digital caravanserai.

A place to take refugee, seek succour
Against the vicissitudes of social media
Wouldn’t that be nice? Sweet? Good?
An everyone, everywhere, all-at-once haven
In a digital caravanserai

Is society in breakdown, free-fall,
That we turn to screens instead of people?
Is social cohesion in decline, or dead?
An everyone, everywhere, all-at-once calamity
In a digital caravanserai

The screens where we once saw our family and friends
Now besiege us with ads, suggestions, “for you”
No, not for me, for your profit from stealing my friends away
An everyone, everywhere, all-at-once crime against humanity
In a digital caravanserai

Break free, dear people, leave screens behind
See real faces, no photoshop, no filters
Shake hands, hug, be together, not alone
An everyone, everywhere, all-at-once reunion
In an actual caravanserai

Silly season haiku

ChatGPT and I had a difference of opinion over whether “family” is two or three syllables. For these, it is three syllables, “fam-i-ly”.

(I use ChatGPT as a beta reader and reviewer. I haven’t gotten around to looking at Gemini yet. )


Summer’s here, heat waves and storms
Forty degrees, floods
Yeah. Sub-tropical summers.


Families travel, sanguine?
Christmas reunions
Smiles and cheer, no anger, here?


Fearing seeing family
Fearing scorn and guilt
Is there any Christmas cheer?


Alone and crying again
Another Christmas
Poignant grief. Will it end?


Homeless, help, no fridge, no phone
What Christmas dinner?
Thank you to all volunteers


Expectations run so high
Planned, careful menus
Will the new wife sink or swim?


Hermit, alone, not hoarder
Just seeks, peace, quiet
Don’t care for Christmas


Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Christmas
Faith, no faith, okay
No pressure, season’s blessings.


Take the decorations down
Christmas-time was here
A clean slate for the new year.