Since
I’m a native of Chicago, I thought I'd attempt a Blues Poem. It's a form of American poetry with typical themes of struggle, despair or sex. Although they're often depressing, they also try to overcome their difficulties. I sort of followed the form of The Weary Blues by
Langston Hughes.
This poem is about my struggles with a new laptop. My old
laptop’s display periodically goes out, and it’s very slow, so I decided to get
a new laptop. LOL! We bought one this week. A bit challenging in another country. The German keyboard is
different from the U.S. keyboard because of the accent marks used in the
language, the ‘z’ and ‘y’ are swapped, and there are several other differences.
Here is today’s attempt at a Blues Poem.
Lost System
Lights out on
my temporal muse
Obeying a
wide range of cues
I wanted another to claim.
Flickering
nonsense, they heard a moan
Tomorrow
will bring a racy clone
Blacked out for awhile…
Blacked out for awhile…
Until
the new one showed up that day.
Awake,
it beckoned to extend its keep
For
years of dedication, made me weep.
Oh laptop!
Setting
the new to learn my commands
The
keyboard smiled with the wrong hands
Old laptop!
Keys
punched down with odd display
In
a new language, foreign tongue betray
Oh laptop!
Another
dialect, and a mind of its own
Await
system restore, knowing my day is blown
Tap,
Tap, Tap with my native language of keys
The experience on my old muse is such a breeze
A
lesson to be learned about the Old Land
Learn
the language now, so you can take a stand.
Englisch and Deutsch,
Bea
