My Computer Doesn't Make Me Wonder Woman
Every day I tell myself there’s work that I must do,
so I go to one of my social sites, my mind goes all askew.
There are messages and comments I really must address,
but please note I’m not organized, my files are a mess.
Family and friends a priority; I pray they’ll understand,
however, dump me when they seem ignored, owed a reprimand?
It’s no one’s’ fault but my own,
nevertheless, I can’t do it all .
My intentions are always good you see, but Wonder Woman I’m not.
Nevertheless cutting back has been useless, curiosity is my lot.
Forgive me if I’m not speedy, good manners were taught in my home,
except they never dealt with all of the embellishments aiming at my dome.
You see I’m the generation who had to dial the telephone, my cell I do abhor.
I have come to realize you can get anything you need without using the door.
Unless you like fresh air, lunch out with a friend and gardens in full bloom,
life could get dreadfully boring with your head in the phone
So I’m telling my computer, that we’ve gotten way to close.
It is a valuable resource, incredibly useful baring it doesn’t hug,
However, it’s been an amazing journey to meet people all over the world.
Opening my eyes to much information, don’t allow this to seem terse.
There’s an amazing world behind the screen, it saves more time that lost,
excluding time I should clean the house,
I’m not to worry about the things I can’t control, ;
Too much thought hurts the soul.
Susan Johnston Owen 10/26/2014 ©2014
They said her words are antiquated,
in this electronic world unappreciated.
Unable to deal with the abbreviated,
to her the language was being amputated.
Thoughts and theories once joyously narrated,
were turning into senseless lines now dislocated.
Fearing we may become indoctrinated,
with talk weak spirited, completely unmerited.
Is this the age of jeopardized knowledge,
forfeited language haplessly ravaged?
Hence shall we fear the departure of coveted terms,
apparently blistered with contracted speech?
Watch the patrons in public places,
has their ability to speak been erased?
They appear engrossed in little electronics,
has verbal communication been expelled?
Have we become accustomed to these gadgets
which appear to be stealing face to face interaction?
Once merited for inspirational thoughts contributed,
shall the fate of riveting stories flounder and banish?
Accustomed to the way we once communicated,
will knowledge be tarnished with new equipment,
or enlighten the world with a hungered speed?
Unprofessed, untendered, passing on a wearied thought,
that may just pull the plug on LOL.
Just thinking "What if?"
Susan Johnston Owen ©2014
caught the light,
bring music to light.
Little by little
I bring you close
holding my mouth
to your cold lip,
many years keeping
music in my grip.
One finger at a time,
across your body flows.
Playing you gently
to hear a lone tone,
or feed you air lightly
emits a sweet tune?
You are a friend
connected to me,
keeping the key.
I finger you one way
you giggle and run;
push you another
deep feelings are spun
My lips control the
sounds you will make,
fingers the music, tone.
Tonight feeling joyful
anxious to see how much
of a dance you can do.
Fingers fly deftly
release lovely songs.
That's just a warm up
to what you can do,
I'll make you sing
out with joyous glee.
Giving your sweet love,
that no human will share
you bring me music,
I give you life,
together we break the day's din...
Susan Johnston Owen