Where are my words?
My considered responses,
And the little pieces of wisdom I try to impart?
In a single glitch they’re sucked up into the ether
Before I can post them.
Will they be like love letters long forgotten,
Sitting in an old shoebox
At the back of a cupboard?
Found after years pass?
If these words appear again on my screen
Will I remember them fondly or
Smile at hidden meanings
Between the lines?
Will I cringe at their naïve enthusiasm
Or their humourless crassness
And hit the delete key
Putting them to rest forever?
Is there some great omnipotent being
Writing me as I write this?
Am I about to be glitched
Into the ether myself?
If I disappear,
Don’t mourn me.
Just wonder where I might be.
Comments
sabital | July 9, 2008 - 05:09
Is there some great omnipotent being
Writing me as I write this?
Am I about to be glitched
Into the ether myself?
It does make you wonder!!!
I must of had a peot pill or something.
Another good one Dynamaso.
Dynamaso | July 9, 2008 - 06:44
These last few have been staight forward without much ambiguity. I'm pleased you've enjoyed them too.
jennifer | July 9, 2008 - 13:36
Good point - there's a film about that, isn't there, where a woman is writing a man's life and he has to find her before she kills him off?!
Scary stuff...too deep for a wet Wednesday!
Dynamaso | July 9, 2008 - 22:19
I think you're right about the movie, Jen, although I know I've not seen it. Hope I didn't scare you too much with this musing.