Part of the reason for doing this poetry marathon is to break free of my inner editor and just write. I think I have some stories in me but they never get written because I can’t get beyond setting a situation up. Many of my poems have a narrative, but I have so far been incapable of writing a complete short story. I write about 500 words and then start editing. Just as well most of my poems only run to about 300 words or I’d be editing them before I got to the end. This isn’t a very first draft, but hasn’t had much work done on it. I thought of it for today when I read on Kamsin’s blog how bereft she felt after four days without internet access.
I love my computer
I love my computer because
without it I would not have been able
to keep in touch with my daughter
when she went to China
and when my son forgets to call me
although he only lives in London
I can catch him on Messenger
listening to the Scott Walker.
I love my computer despite
the damage it’s done my fingers
my eyes, and my posture,
stopping me doing
the things I ought to be doing
whilst clothes over flow from the basket,
pots pile up in the sink,
I forget to check
my answering machine
which runs out of space.
If I only had time,
I might just get a life,
I might even start a love affair…
…and cheat on my PC.