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Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Ode To My Word Processor


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Ode To My Word Processor

I’m trying hard to write a poem
A clever one if possible,
With inventive metaphors if possible,
To impress this virgin page if possible,
Blink, and a wink, Blink and a wink, Blink and staring!
More blinks, blinks, blinks, winks, winks, winks and winking!
The black widow cursor awaiting my reply
With great anticipation
Of a bride’s full promise honeymoon night!
Now there are only few… A set of two! ! ! !
Blink, blink, and Wink, wink,
Trying my hardest one more time:
To keep the cursor’s blinking -winking momentum going on!
Its midnight late
The hands of fate at full embrace
I’m comatose! My well dried up
Nothing in me but dull echoes!
I glare I gaze with lost eyes
The cursor goes anemic,
With arrhythmic blinks, no more seductive winks,
A drip, a Blink, no more Winks
Giving up on me completely!
My laptop yawns itself to hibernation
From the dullness of my staring,
Into eternal nothingness.
Like many marriages gone stale
Have nothing left…But
The big void binding us
To one another!

July 25th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011

Submitted: Friday, May 03, 2013
Edited: Saturday, May 04, 2013
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