Sound waves
A warm hug from the past
A merging of genres seen before
A style, a bpm, a trend
As an outsider trying to see from within
An unreliable lens
More so than those within
A letter from one to another
A package sent over the internet
Who you are, who you wish to be seen as, what you want
A way to send thoughts quickly
Evidence in a trial
A reason to improve WPM
A text file for the text reader to interpret
A love letter
Insight bought with experience, cheaply from intuition, borrowed from others
The world, the use cases, the information; you can imagine, you can see
Pattern recognition
Making new friends and welcoming old ones
You have to meet them before you can understand them
Explore them
To see them
Categories:
wpm, horse,
Form: Free verse
My mother sweeping up the floor,
Or greeting neighbors at the door.
Stopping for a cup of tea,
With cookies and some milk for me.
She’d make the beds, do other chores
Before hanging the clothes outdoors.
My mother led a busy life
And still she was a happy wife.
The meals that from my mother came,
Would put all restaurants to shame.
She was the world to Dad and me.
She’s with me still in memory.
I see her shining chestnut hair
And tortoise comb to hold it there.
She kept it all in ordered check
Except for curls on back of neck.
She gazed at me with mother’s pride
Until the very day she died.
I know there’ll never be another
Who could love me as did Mother.
Mother’s always in my prayer.
I ask that she be happy there,
With floors to sweep or beds to make
Someone to love for love’s own sake.
By Joyce Johnson 5/4/02 Wpm # 2
For D P's Early Mother's Day Contest
Categories:
wpm, mother, mother, mothers day,
Form: Couplet
reflected light of moonshine
brightening the dark of night
and casting eerie shadows
proof sun still exists
wpm 2nd
Categories:
wpm, nature,
Form: Dodoitsu
Big Grey was my favorite cat of all time.
He came with no grand pedigree.
He didn't need that for that wonderful cat
Had enormous affection for me.
He was but a stray who somehow found his way
To this home he'd be welcomed to stay.
He made himself king and ruled everything
And forgot he was ever a stray.
There were other cats here whom he treated as mere
Common things to be kept in their places.
But my lap was his own, which he quickly made known
To the others, not one of their spaces.
That beautiful cat, always there when I sat,
His front legs round my neck he'd entwine.
And he'd stare in my face, 'til I needed my space
And I shooed down that sweet pet of mine.
He'd never more roam for this was his home
Where he'd be contented for life.
It was easy to see he belonged here with me,
Away from the stress and the strife.
I was caught unaware, finding him lying there
Unable to answer my call.
I couldn't believe he was going to leave,
This dear cat whom I loved most of all.
Now that he's gone I know he has gone on
To the place where good kitties should be.
May he find up above an angel to love,
Just as much as he used to love me.
wpm hm
Categories:
wpm, petscat,
Form: Narrative