what happens next
depends on the keyboard
if I look away
and pound q
the rest of the day
might remain quiet
no sound no vision
but it was an accident
I wasn't
paying attention
I might hit
an A or maybe an S
but waiting, the tension,
just tells me nothing is
happening
still nothing
which on reflection maybe
is no bad thing.
Someone out there may also
share time with a keyboard
and a few strokes later there may
be no stories left to tell
all that is
is the keyboard waiting
No A or S or even q
just quiet
quiet for as far as one
might see
p1 so much depends on a keyboard, so much time spent with a keyboard, fingertip soft small shine indentations, now impression mark my old faithful keyboard, all key common most used letters, share indentations the shiny smooth deepest,
I wrote the poem 'Time Type Past Usage Marked A Keyboard', inspired by the poem 'Keyboard', by the poet M.J. Lemon and dedicated to M.J. Lemon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
p2 letters q z x least used seem almost new unused, time has past use marked a keyboard, with the ghosts of a few thousand poems written
Thank you so much your comments, Terrence. I think you are absolutely right with the idea that a keyboard really is where the spirits, the ghosts roam free.