A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost
12 November 2012
The Mouse
Bleeps and bloops
loud fingers on a the keyboard
or maybe it's just the keys
While the mouse is as quiet as ever
just like the real ones.
You only ever hear a click or two.
The keyboard can't stop.
Though I've dreamt of stopping.
heh, true, they keyboard is the real noise maker
ReplyDeleteI love this poem,but I have a love affair with the Internet,have for many years.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful,you have talent.:)
Very cool imagery. Love the symbolism.
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