by Joanna M. Weston
my office crowds at night
with ghosts urgent
to manipulate the keyboard
with skeletal fingers
these back-room hermits
lift newspapers old files
hack the computer
to add misted faces
among business columns
their voices murmur
from old cell-phones
interrupt YouTube videos
leaving phantasmal signatures
on my personalized display
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This happened to me last night. My computer sent an essay to my critique group before it was ready, and there is no evidence in my mail app that it was sent. Spooooky.
ReplyDeleteThis happens to me every time I'm not vigilant, and don't uncheck some sneaky box ~ IE, Windows, Adobe and any number of software updates take charge so by morning I no longer recognize my laptop desktop! You nailed it perfectly!
ReplyDeleteExactly! The machine has a mind of its own, which is why I bid her g'nite gently...
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Thank you, Sarah, Mona, and Mira, for agreeing with me! My computer hid my management programme recently and it took alot of hunting to find it, tucked away under a computer back-stairs.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of skeletal fingers manipulating the keyboard. Great poem.
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