Monday, May 14, 2007

Writer's Block in the Computer Age

Cursor, Cursor, blinking Cursor
Shade of iridescent green
Cursor in the "Home" position
On my new computer screen

Cursor at the starting gate
Chomping at the bit and byte
Pawing at the screen, impatient
Nagging me to start to write

Cursor poised for the race
In position One, Line One
Waiting for a brilliant word
To set off the starting gun

Untill now a plain old scribbler
Was the only thing I'd use
On it I would draw and doodle
While i waited for the Muse

Now I have winking cursor
Mocking me in brilliant green
Have you ever tried to doodle
On a blank computer screen?

Nagging cursor, cursor cursor
Blinking on without a sound
Go away until I'm ready
I'll never write with you around.

By Peggy Smaith Krachun


This poem is about how computers have taken over the way of writing. Eeven now, instead of writing and handing in our work, were typing it out and posting it on a internet blog. For some people they need to be able to draw or scribble on a paper and be able to write with a pen/pencil and paper. It can be hard to start off writing staring at a blank white computer screen, and i know a ot of times i need to write on paper to start off. The author uses respitition a lot in this poem, repeating cursor, cursor because that is what she is starring at, the blinking cursor on the blank computer screen. The picture is a screen that you too often stare at not knowing where to begin.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Poetry Journal

Jump-Start

can't turn over
battery's dead

need jumper cables
in
my
head

clamp them on
start me up

pour some coffee
in my cup
dark strong coffee

start me up

By Janet S. Wong

I like this poem because i can really relate to it, some days you feel really dead tired, and you need coffee or something to "jump start" you. The author is comparing a person that is tired and needs coffee to be woken up and needs to start thinking again, to a car with a dead battery that needs to be jump started . Although the poem does not follow a rhym scheme, there is one that follows the sentences, just not the lines. This is a really simple poem, but that is one of the reason I like it, I can relate to it, as it happenes to most people all the time. The picture is a guy who is tired and needs something to "jump start" him, this is what some pople are like without their coffee, or other things.