Isn't it said that confessions are good for the soul? Hmmmm..... But, I do have a small one. The poem I posted yesterday was, in fact, posted before. My record keeping was faulty; I have since discovered the repetition. So, for your poetry pleasure, a different one. This one was composed after I was trained on my first word processing software..............Oy!
ZAP
With a tick and a click,
Images magically appear.
Zip, zap, what's the trick?
CPU's hum, whisper and domineer.
Monitors sizzle and flicker.
Hard drives, memory, brains within chips,
Sure, computers are quicker.
Press a key, a file unzips.
Use the mouse, cut, paste,
Transfiguring thoughts, information.
No paper, no waste,
Lines pulsating with ambition.
Things bought, sold,
Hearts united electrically.
At your fingertips the answers unfold.
A world transformed electronically.
March/April 1997
ZAP
With a tick and a click,
Images magically appear.
Zip, zap, what's the trick?
CPU's hum, whisper and domineer.
Monitors sizzle and flicker.
Hard drives, memory, brains within chips,
Sure, computers are quicker.
Press a key, a file unzips.
Use the mouse, cut, paste,
Transfiguring thoughts, information.
No paper, no waste,
Lines pulsating with ambition.
Things bought, sold,
Hearts united electrically.
At your fingertips the answers unfold.
A world transformed electronically.
March/April 1997
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