Wednesday, November 14, 2012

writing

i remember fondly
the days...
(I date myself)

writing was done
on the backs of things
-envelopes
-scraps of paper
-etc.

now
-as I spend hours
puzzling out
how to tell the computer
what I want it to do
(it laughs)
I have a sandwich
and go back again
-for another go round
-another- which button
     do I push now?
I'm just about done
-just about
to go back to pencil and paper
fireplaces and gardens

my garden suffers
as I write this
I tell the plants
I will water them
tomorrow
-they do not laugh-

I see this as a challenge
-for an old lady
-thank god it's not a
---terribly important thing---!
only poetry
and ramblings
and trying to figure out
-life-

computers
are not alive

yet