The Writers Island prompt this week is ‘desire’ which hasn’t resulted in any fresh inspiration on my part. I was also thrown a bit by the posting being opened with the prompt on Friday.
The only new year resolution I made was to try to do more for the environment in 2008. A visit to gautami’s blog, where she’s written a contemporary sonnet, reminded me that I have this one which I haven’t published on my blog before. The situation below, was brought about by desire.
There’s also a sonnet here
and another one here.
You pressed my start button on Valentine’s Day;
both software and hardware you loaded.
I tried to escape after you passed away
but my ‘shut down’ just hasn’t responded.
Your smiling face ‘hangs’ in every place,
your voice double clicks into every sound;
your remains reassemble in cyberspace;
a Trojan horse virus that can’t be found.
Instant messages signify this age
to all from small children to dusty dons.
E-mails and chat rooms caused you to rave:
The language [u] use is for morons.
You’re trying to trash my memory cache;
My poor little life is about to crash.