That Blue Machine

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Hiya 🙂

opened my new laptop yesterday!  As you know, my old one did not serve me well on holiday, and to be honest it was annoying me a lot before that, too.  Having stayed up to a silly hour playing with my new toy, laptops were very much on my mind when I came to write today’s poem:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dealer  Fate  Blue  Ally  Dialect  Economic  Fur  Computer  Virus

 

Some wheeler-dealer

In the technology store

Sealed my fate

When he fanned the flames

I’d sparked

For that cutesy blue machine.

 

Reminiscent of a typewriter

My mother owned;

One she used to write a story

And a poem or two

When I was growing up…

 

But this new tech’s no ally of mine.

 

We commence in a dialect

That both of us understand

But then this numpty

Is economic with my rewards!

Each extension of my patience

Makes me sure that it has fur for brains.

 

Recalcitrant ruminations of a

Curmugeonly computer –

Virus not visible,

But blood boiling well.

 

I will miss the compactness of ol’ Bluey, but with 4 times as much RAM and 1 terabyte of internal storage, I think ‘Red’ is definitely going to be better for the blogging (and my stress levels!).

Now that I have a disk drive and all that storage space, I can try to upload my speech recognition software I bought aaaages ago, and therefore I may be able to digitise my dusty notebooks and glean new inspiration from them.  Nothing like a visit from teenage/student/single me to underline how my life has moved on, what the chat was then, or how technology has since become a huge player in my day to day!

I am also loving the 15.6-inch screen 🙂 much better for my ailing eyes…

It may be a ‘business expense’, but my lovely new red buddy is also an early 40th pressie from Hubby and the kids – thank you guys!! 😀

Have you got a favourite piece of tech…or a definite digital nemesis?

 

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Appreciate The Depressed

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 Hi 🙂

 

Again I had a nice easy set of words!! Amazing!

From Randomlists

I have been thinking recently about the realities of listening, versus what we actually hear. I have been looking for patterns in people’s interactions over the past few weeks.  It is interesting when I see them surface, because I realise that I’m not that different and yet everyone is messed up in their own beautiful, raw, and tangled way.

Also, it’s not crucial that you react to their views.  A large proportion of the time, what others say is not actually about you.  I have needed that clarification repeatedly in my life – I am very bad at not instantly wanting to bite back!

I think the hardest part to deal with is when someone belittles your feelings, or tells you that you are coping (when you are with yourself all day and so are pretty damn sure you’re not).

When you are a person that other people rely on, it can be difficult for those people to shake the image of you as a ‘keeper of the norm’.  Their equilibrium would be upset if you fell from the pedestal they have made for you, so they trap you there, ignoring all evidence of change.

If you are a young person, it can be hard to be taken seriously; schooldays being billed as ‘the best of your life’, for instance.  What do you have to be sad about when everything is free and you have lots of time to yourself…?

I imagined an Uncle as the speaker for the poem.  I thought he was probably making unkind remarks about his teenage niece at a wedding.  Something about her being bullied at school and that if she just lost some weight and cheered up a bit she’d be fine…

I think it reads like his sister has dragged him over to apologise later, and he’s not doing very well 😉

 

Count  Observation  Maniacal  Tap  Relation  Bomb  Dreary  Appreciate  Depression

 

Does it count

That my impertinent observation

Was followed by the maniacal laughter

Of alcohol?

 

If it performed a nerve tap

Surely the relation of booze to views

Is quite irrelevant?

 

I bounced that bomb

But didn’t run from the blast;

I was keen to see

Whether your dreary take

Could be shaken!

 

I don’t think you appreciate

How often I’ve seen that work…

 

What do you mean you’re “depressed”?

 

 

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Casket Consciousness

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Hello!

I got a nice, straightforward set of words from Textfixer today 🙂

It even threw in two words it had come up with on the first day of our Skye trip

 

Casket   Conscious   Pipe   Frustration   Block   Basic   Disease   Door   Lemon

 

I bet:

Even when they toss me in my casket,

I’ll still be conscious on some level.

(Maybe I can buy one

They can pipe music into)

 

I’ll motionlessly writhe

In my eternal frustration

That even death can’t block:

My basic, whirring, disease.

 

If only there was a door I could close tight

Inside this lemon of a brain,

Without the absurd and fanciful

Finding a way to seep out!

 

Place notebooks in my grave,

Children.

Ones that I can etch upon

Through thought.

 

Not the cheeriest of topics, but one I am sure the creative/worrier types among my lovely readers can sympathise with!

I do love thinking about things, reading about a variety of topics and (obviously) writing my poems; but I lose a lot of sleep and downtime reliving unsettling conversations and scenarios from life when I’m meant to be relaxing.  I can really be a pain in my own posterior!

Having said the above, I also live in fear of my memory deteriorating and me forgetting the things I  haven’t committed to ink/print/film/tape/digital backup…or indeed the names of my children, or the voices of the people I’ve lost along the way.

Do you often feel that your brain is both a treasure and a curse?!

 

 

 

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