These words, some well-formed some ill
come from a lattice of lumpen black plastic
daubed with white symbols scattered
randomly. I try to shape and order
its chaotic structure and make sense
of an insentient polymer that can
transform words into images,
tabbing across the screen like a crab
skirting the foreshore.
This keyboard types feelings not words.
I press four times for love, more
for regret and sorrow. And happiness?
Well, often that is too much effort
and anguish seems easier to impart.
But sometimes, sometimes these keys
are like magnets for steel-tipped
fingers and a world appears,
black on blank.
nice…sometimes when we are lucky the muse flows through our tips into that keyboard…smiles…it does capture the emotions if done right too…well played…
Cheers Brian, I think coffee helps the muse!
i remember this one…smiles….coffee certainly helps lubricate the muse….
I like this one, an unexpected subject to focus on, but well-crafted.
Thanks Samuel, sometimes the unexpected can reveal hidden truths…
You chose a very difficult object. In a way I almost see you tap tapping on your white skull, probing your eyeholes for something that is there, and then not there. Sorry if that sounds odd or obscure, but I enjoyed your poem.
P.S. I agree, anger is an energy….
Hi Mark, thanks for the comment and its not odd/obscure – if I tap any more on my white skull I think my eyes will pop out!
You’re doing a lot here on several levels, which I like a lot. The decoding of words contained on plastic occurring at the same time as writing your poem on a computer produces an interesting conjunction of processes. That we hear so clearly your thought, without its getting into abstraction makes a deep impression on me.
Hi Charles, thanks again for visiting and your comment. I’m really glad that the poem made an impression…
This keyboard types feelings not words.
I press four times for love, more
for regret and sorrow. And happiness?
Well, often that is too much effort
and anguish seems easier to impart.
….Nice one. Clever. Well done. I like it.
Thanks for that BWT!
This keyboard types feelings not words….very cool..i like how you make it so intuitive, playful and all the more real..
Thanks Claudia, really appreciate your comment.
“But sometimes, sometimes these keys
are like magnets for steel-tipped
fingers and a world appears,
black on blank.”
Excellent.
Cheers IHP!
I really like this:
“some well-formed some ill
come from a lattice of lumpen black plastic
daubed with white symbols”
This might be a random comment, but I really like the fact that this is a poem about writing poems… on a scren with a keyboard. So many people swear blind they can only “truly write” with a pen and paper… It’s nice to know I’m not alone with my tip tapping…
Great poem.
Thanks Hollyanne, for me it depends where I am when the words strike. I still have paper and pen but when I’m at the computer I find I type as fast as I think (obviously at a snails pace!) and I sometime write on my phone…
I really liked this, “I press four times for love, more
for regret and sorrow. And happiness?
Well, often that is too much effort”, and the last line was perfect.
Very kind Darkangel, thank you for visiting.
I straight up love this! I compose nearly all my computer. My poems take an entirely different voice and shape when I write with pen and paper and long ago I decided they were inferior. Love the duality of typing the “emotions”, and giving depth and perspective with an ending of black on black. You rock!
ehhr long day and computer eating words…should read “nearly all my poems on the computer…”
We all have those long days, Gay! Thanks for the comment.
a world to step into
Thanks for stepping in Lucy!