Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
I stared at the spotted black and white box And wondered about its heavy contents. Would I ever learn to run the innards? Never had I assembled one before! Careful and eager, I opened the box; Grayish metallic edge stared back at me. Would I regret the cost of this purchase? Would my teenagers exploit it? Would I? I placed its heavy base on the table, Then cautiously removed the glass viewer. Cords, a typesetter and pointer remained. Untying the neatly wound heavy cords, I followed color pictures. Connected! I took deep anticipatory breaths… And pushed a small round button on the left Side of the heavy gray metallic box. I watched and saw… Nothing. I listened - heard a whirring fan and working sounds but in the viewer, Nothing. I broke it. Oh crap! Another deep sigh. Think, logically, think! Maybe the glass viewer has an “on” switch? Ah, there, on its back, stamped: "I/O"- huh? That isn’t on their quick-start diagram! Gasp! There it was! A beautiful blue sky, Different colored Windows and its Logo almost covered the entire screen! All my doubts and fears cascaded away; I could do this! I was so excited!! I threw my arms around the cold metal, Hugging my first, brand new computer tight; With 33 megabytes (MB) of hard disk space, A monitor, a keyboard and a mouse! Instruction manuals too! Thanks, Gateway! Say…what does MS-DOS 6.1 on these disks mean? Wait…why are there more disks labeled Windows 3.11? Where do they go? Yep, I'm gonna break it...! ____________________________________________ Entry: April 4, 2017 Prompt: Any aspect or object of technology For: Dew Drop Inn Poetry Workshop Form: Free verse with major verses conforming to an unaccented iambic pentameter meter Rhyme Pattern: None Note: Two minor bridging verses have 4 to 6 or less syllables per line. Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost |