
I sit and I look at my keyboard,
That world of words unexplored,
The umbilical cord to my computer,
All else completely ignored.
I stare at those magnetic keys
As they draw me into their world;
And so often to start I just freeze,
Before slowly ideas are unfurled.
As enlightenment slowly is born
My fingers react to my brain;
At their touch then the words will emerge,
A true feat of legerdemain.
Every jot, every tittle I fix;
The whole keyboard is hot to my touch.
Then I look at what I have written –
Do I like it? – No not very much!
I hope you liked this one 🙂
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. . . Yes . . . mildly so. Thanks for responding, Derrick.
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I think your audience will like this – more than mildly.
Many of us will recognise the feeling from the quote below:
‘And so often to start I just freeze,
Before slowly ideas are unfurled.’
Personally I often look up and just sit and stare … at the clouds above.
Miriam
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Yes, thank you. Miriam. I often just get up and go for a stroll by the river. That usually refreshes my thought processes.
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