Love Of Typing Poem by Janelle Morehart

Love of Typing


The sound of clicking
Hearing that soft sigh of content
Being there
Seeing it in my mind
Speaking it
Loving it
Feeling the compassion
Burn through my very being
Sitting infront of the brightly lit screen
Seeing my words spill upon the white blank
Hearing them through my mind
Knowing that others will see them
Wondering if they'll ever see me
Hidden in those words
Yet always shouting out my meaning
My feelings
My hurts, pains and sorrows
Also all my love and compassion
I type and type
Through the day
Perhaps through the night also
Excitment builds
Just seeing, hearing, and knowing
That many will read these words
Hate it
Love it
Help them through a hard time
But never shall I want money for my words
No never
That will taint them
They will lose their lust
Their passion and everything between
No, just knowing is good enough for me
The praise is fine
But humble I must be
Modest to the bone
Love my work
And those who read it
Typing
Typing
Calling
....calling?
mother shouting 'do your chores! '
Or 'we're leaving, are you coming? '
No, let me type...
Just for a moment longer
Mother shouts again 'Janelle lets GO! '
Oh all right...
Just after this poem
Just this one
Or maybe two.
Again I must go
Leave my world
Where my thoughts run free
That is untill
I am Home once again

-Janelle Morhart-