No Net For Me

a sarcastic sort of, poem about my husband complaining of my being online. He never used the computer.

On the net again, you say?

Where else would I be?

So many rooms in this house,

But not one for me.

 

In bed,

Where I"m supposed to be,

You'll agree,

No net for me,

Only T.V.

 

Wanting the ease of the screen,

Ideas can flow,

You wouldn't know,

 

Scribbling instead,

In my bed,

Like you said,

 

Tears, yes,

But who would know,

 

This part of me,

I don't have time for,

I ignore,

Pad on the floor,

 

What's a few years more?

 

Dreamwind

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I scribble in bed and type on the keyboard...use the USB MSD and paper and pen...I'm ALWAYS writing or thinking of writing...it's who and what I am...just a poet....everything else (like jobs and stuff) is just survival tactics...I mean a body has to get out and exercise and work...but I enjoy sharing my mind and my heart more. It helps ease the lonliness of the human condition. I think its the best therapy in the world.

[Hoosier Belle]

Wow so cool of a write, I liked this, i give you a 100% ♥