The Writing Machine Poem by Denis Martindale

The Writing Machine



My brother called me THE WRITING MACHINE.
That's basically what I do now and then.
After 2,800 plus poems uploaded to the poemhunter website,
I think many would agree with him now.
The point is that there was a time I didn't have a typewriter
or a computer and a printer.
So I simply had to write instead of type.
Later on… and I got a typewriter that I felt comfortable with
and I just kept on struggling with it,
yet getting better as time passed by.
Later on… I got a Commodore 64 toy computer
and learnt its BASIC commands
and created a writing program for whatever I could write.
Later on… I got a 9-pin dot matrix printer.
Later on… some Commodore 64 Office Software.
Later on… I got some computer and printer access at the College
until I finally got my own Windows 95 computer.
I've been forced to upgrade since then and frankly,
there's no profit in being a writer or a poet.
But I still write because I AM THE WRITING MACHINE!


Denis Martindale April 2020.

The Writing Machine
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: computer,determination,poetry,progress,writing
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