Computer Blues
‘Twas a beautiful day
to sit in a car
and follow my husband.
(No, not to a bar!)
But from house to house
and door to door
while reading Writers Digest
so I wouldn’t cry, “Bore!”
My laptop it hummed
(the computer’s, not mine)
and clunked and whirred
then crossed the line
and quit, it did
I do not lie,
the blasted thing
decided to die!
No operating system
could be found
It told me so, though
not making a sound.
I guess the cracks
from all its falls
had taken a toll
within its walls.
So, now I’m barren
I’m quite without
internet most days
and so I pout.
Then shrug and laugh
and scheme of the day
when I once more
will get to play
… December 21st
comes to mind,
when we dog sit,
internet I’ll find
So Three Word Wednesday
the one that passed,
I’ll be back to read
though not real fast.
MeeAugraphie
12/16/07
Read how I feel about consumerism and Christmas and/or to see one of my “pure dumb luck” abstract photos (of Christmas trees marching), click here:
Christmas Tree March (in photo and poem)
3WW,
Poetry |
Posted by MeeAugraphie
Dec
12
2007
Three Word Wednesday finally got here. I wait each week for Bone to post it. He keeps us guessing what time he will post. I love the words he posted this week! They are:
Closing — Headlights — Virtual
Untitled
A simple closing of one door
and pointing her headlights toward other men
might have been enough for another woman
Virtual reality
rather than human touch
might have been enough for another man
but for Jessica and Jason
it took years of door-to-door knocking
alternated with self-examination
and elaborate questionnaires
to find the one relationship
they thought they did not need,
each other.
MeeAugraphie
12/12/07
Follow this link to If You Only Read One Blog This Year to see a myriad of ideas based on those three words. You will be, in spite of your expectations, surprised at how different we see them.
Note, fiction, I have no clue who Jessica and Jason are….
Michelle of Poefusion has posted a photo of a painting by an artist named Anna Maria of Albuquerque, NM. She is trying to locate the name of the painting as she would love to buy a copy of it. Please, click on the link to both read others’ interpretation of the painting and to see if you recognize it. She would appreciate it! It is an interesting painting!
Motherhood
Like pompoms twirled in slow motion
auras beckon and reveal.
Each one lived
as she waits her turn to ascend,
following twists and turns not of her making,
to turn heated orange to softer hues
as her spirit soars skyward
to include
yellow of soft moonlight,
blue of her lover’s eyes
like candle flames, each aura
carries its own heat and as she makes each
step, she rises until she becomes the reflection
of her soul
to stand confident in her gentleness,
to light the way for another’s journey.
MeeAugraphie
12/10/07
This is last week’s. I wrote it late and forgot to post it. The mural Michelle chose was wonderful, so if you haven’t seen it yet and want to read how the mural worked its way into the heart and souls of other writers, click here to find out!
Another Marriage
It will be the marriage of two cultures
that makes them strong
as they wander city streets
not paved with gold
but the stench of heated asphalt.
Hand in hand they speak comfortably
in old tongues sprinkled with new,
sorting memories infused with dank heat
and flooding rain, with bright sun
and blue skies.
They will make room for new memories
of feet on hardened concrete or sliding
across layers of ice, of streets shaded
not by trees but concrete monoliths.
At first, that marriage will be like
so many others,
love and hate
of both old and new,
until comfortable in themselves
they embrace the best of both.
MeeAugraphie
12/04/07
Michelle, of Poefusion offered these five words on Friday for our use:
mustard – piano – elastic – moat – notorious
My attempt to use them:
Hidden Within One Individual
Mustard oozes from smacking lips,
ragtime piano chords fall flat
as tiny hands stretch beyond their limits
elastic feelings elongate a moment’s joy
into a lasting memory
protected by a moat of
self esteem,
but hidden beneath
layers of abuse,
of abusing.
Even the notorious
have had moments when
they loved simple things,
we just are not privy to
those scattered pieces of their hearts.
MeeAugraphie
12/08/07
Check out what the others came up with here!
