Hooked on a tree
In the shade,
With no way of knowing
What time it is?
Weird place to be
Up in a tree.
Did it climb up
Like the kitty
It depicts?
Need to be rescued,
Bought down to the ground.
Into the sunlight?
Yes definitely!
Tag: Stuck
Keyboard problems
I got my computer back today from the repair shop. The computer was fixed and they could find no real problems. We put it down to a bad extension cable that was now dead. Great. It took me ages to plug all the wires in. Screen, yes, video camera, yes, speakers, yes. My mouse was working, but no Internet? Oh, forgot to plug it in. Now I could check my emails. But when I came to typing my responses? No joy. No letters! No words! No number lock or caps lock. I tried all the different USB ports. Nothing. I tried updating Windows, nothing. I tried re-booting, nothing!
Grr! Just a message each time I tried to type. Something along the line of your USB connection failed the last time this device was connected. Windows does not accept it….. No! This was after the computer shop had closed! NO!
What’s in a cage?
What’s in a cage,
and what is a cage?
Are we trapped in a net,
or free?
Are we birds in cages
or enclosed by space?
How big is your cage?
Can you walk across a room?
Are their bars on your window?
Is there no way out.
No bus,
no car?
Are you stuck in your mind?
Many cages exist,
some are visible,
some are in your mind…
Social Medusa
Social Medusa,
your tangled locks draw me in,
tugging my eyes to my phone,
turning me to stone.
Social Medusa,
release me soon,
I need to eat,
sleep, rest from your steely stare.
Social Medusa
rigid in your bright light
hand glued to device,
fingers poised,
eyes fixed,
ears closed to the world.
Prevarication
Why can’t I get things done?
I think and think,
Decide, then change my mind.
I wait till the time seems right,
Then miss acting on it.
Why? because I spend time thinking.
Then I think again…….
Too much to do, too little time?
But if I just started early…
Wasn’t so desperate to be perfect.
Took less thought and acted sooner.
Maybe then I could
Get
Things
Done!
But now…
I’m not lazy, not crazy, just hazy…
Stuck!
Painting
Sometimes my creative juices freeze
then like a bird I flit and flitter
from one path to another
sit and shiver.
Like a lonely lark.
Sometimes they thaw
but not enough
so the thought is there
but cannot reach from my brain
through my heart
to my hands.. ..
In other times my mind is woken,
colours flow
shapes fly from my fingers
hot sharp ideas stagger me with their invention.
Later, all is quiet again.
The mood has stormed its way through me.
Calm descends and I am lost in fog again.
Mallaband-Brown 