Topic: Word Keys
Thank you to Jim aka TIGLJK for the last two words of this poem.
Word Key
Life is a typewriter with different fonts and different response.
Absurd and humorous.
Right and wrong and numerous.
Word processors tongue and cheek.
Out of our beaks is it answers to life’s questions we seek.
Whispering meek.
Or just loud words flowing down a creek.
Is it something profound.
Or something to be drowned.
Does the right to express thought have to be brought.
Do we have to believe everything we’re taught.
It is a young child telling us they have been finking about fings.
Or an adult raving after drinking too many strong things.
Breaking hearts torn apart by a tongue and words delivered with no heart.
Berating debaters and narrators.
The captains that stand at our helm and overwhelm.
While those below decks stop our ships turning into wrecks.
Dancing fingers on keys lighting up computers is what most people get to see.
Gone is the feather, the quill and the ink.
Still doesn’t mean that we can’t think.
Too many theories make me tired and weary.
Are they Canneries in a mine or words that are a waste of time and dreary.
I will switch off the computer, go for a walk.
Just let nature and beauty fill my thought.
While the lady concentrating on her phone walks into me.
Jolted back into reality apologizing profusely.
With no harm done I wonder if she knows the words, she just said to me are from a bible psalm.
It's only another ten seconds walking away from me.
She’s worshipping her phone again looking for certainty and approval..