Words To Be Grasped (and tasted on the tongue)

That first cup of coffee has me thinking
clearly, hasn’t improved my typing or
spelling – Word takes the latter in hand,
correcting what these fingers manage
to corrupt by not landing on correct keys.

Technology, I reflect, but better than
attempts to translate the spoken word into
verse direct (an IBM program which never
worked), or worse, scribbles on scraps of paper,
a pen and unrelenting glow of rampant ideas.

But in the end it all comes down to a
single theme – the essence expressed in
words; words to be read, tacit words
that need not be said, words to be
grasped and tasted on the tongue.

I feed off the words that rise on the
screen, am hungry for the next one;
the stream of tumbling, excited words
cascading in hypnotic flow – fixated such
I miss the World’s amused awakening.

Chastened, bemused but replete, the
screen winks it’s complicity – you and me,
it seems to say, we are a great team.
And we are indeed, but please, success
makes me a slave to technology.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-26