Powerless.

poem in triplets

Powerless.

 

I sit before an empty screen

and ponder on what might have been.

Available for me to see

 

If there was electricity.

It’s switched off temporarily.

 So I must sit frustratedly.

 

Until the power is restored.

Each minute I become more bored

Wasting time I can’t afford.

 

I’m isolated and alone

I cannot contact anyone

Not even on my mobile phone.

 

The screen light up and startles me.

The problem solved apparently.

I go on line immediately.

 

There are no messages for me,

My e mail in box is empty

It seems that no one has missed me.

 

No matter I can afford to wait

 for someone to communicate.

I am aware the hour is late.

 

No messages but that’s okay

Tomorrow is another day.

No news is good news so they say.

 

Sunday, 22 April 2012

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Diwakar - "The Warrior ..]

nice one ..........i loved the flow and hope in this poem.........keep it up :-)

[emmajoy]

You ALWAYS, or generally, put a smile on my face.. and you have, you have, dear and long standing friend!

Althought this seems sad and grey at the beginning, there's always the hint of "ok, ok, getting to the good bit" and of course, you do.

Beautifully put as ever.

(Hope you're keeping dry up there! )