Keyboard Poem by M.J. Lemon
Keyboard
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
I like to do most of my writing the old fashion way: pen and paper. Interesting enough, the poems that had been inspired by other PH poets, I had composed on a keyboard. Although I liked them, I think that they may have turned out better if handwritten.
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.
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
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2) Sometimes when I accidentally hit the wrong key, a better word comes out than the intended one. Adding further substance to the speculation about the spirits and ghosts roaming freely in the brain of the computer.
That is an interesting observation, Richard. There just may be times when the device serves as the brain. We are mere vessels/conduits. Thanks so much for reading.