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The big challenge

Truly
Flooded by,
For,
And
From
Social networking
Contact lists.
Nothing against these platforms.
Nothing really.
Only
They have yet to tread
A very long route
To satisfy
Yearning friendships.

Long and treacherous.

Linking with Trifecta : Week 114

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  1. *Great* message here! We rely so much on social media to stay on top of things, but that's where we stay - on top, on the surface. Nice job.

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  3. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts here.

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  4. Great poem, Ruby. I hold out hope yet, as it gets harder and harder to physically meet...

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  5. Thanks. And you inspire to hold out hope with
    your kind words

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  6. So true. I'm not into social media (no Twitter/FB). I've made many blog friends over the years, but it's still not the same as my 'real life' friendships :)

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    1. Some virtual things can never replace the real feelings. Thank you so much Janna

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  7. I so agree Ruby,"They have yet to tread
    A very long route
    To satisfy
    Yearning friendships.." This is specially true for all of us who were born before this cyber age came into being-I have friends who have stood the test of time and we are still friends after 42 odd years-nowadays friendships are only based on whtsapp or Fb and have no value-other than "face value"-so sad!Beautifully written -like always.Would like to remain in touch with you-do let me know how,please,thks and all the best:-)

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  8. I so agree with your sentiments.i am also glad that you can boast of cherished sets of friends. Only few can do so. But then somewhere it has helped us all connect over such platforms in larger and broader manner. I am enjoying being there on fb, twitter, etc ;-) and getting to know people like you.

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  9. The fb badge and twitter links are available in all posts. Hoping to hear from you soon on either of two.

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  10. So true! I would much rather have a face to face interaction. There is so much more to learn!

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  11. There really is nothing as good as personal contact, but I value the friends who live in my computer.

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    1. On one level of concious, i echo these
      sentiments too. Thank you so much Tara

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  12. Oh man, yes! It is nice to have them as a filler for the in between times, but nothing can make up for direct contact with friends and family.

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    1. Thank you so much editors. I am glad we share similar thoughts on the topic.

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  13. Friendship has never really been my goal. A platform for my writing and thoughts was all it was supposed to be. I like the term e-quaintance for my blogging 'friends' - I have created all these networks for my blog - and yet people still try to add me as a friend on my personal facebook. - this i don't understand...

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    1. Your thoughts set me on thought process. How desperately we all our craving for social associations both real and virtual. Thank you so much Ida

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  14. Nice capture on the dichotomy of social media, allowing us to be "in touch" with so many more people than ever before without necessarily ever having the ability to physically "touch" a one of them. And yet an outlet such as this often offers permission to express thoughts and feelings in a way we might not otherwise always feel comfortable doing in what should be a more personal realm. Ah, the psychology of blogology & such...

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    1. Yeah something like necessary evil. Thank you for sharing your thoughts here

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  15. So true. Only time will tell the kind of friendships that social media create (which is what happens in real life, too). :-) Nice poem, Ruby.

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    1. Yeah only time can tell. But you won me over with " which is what happens in real life too" thing. Thank you very much

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