Technology stalls./
Its crash should never derail/
Creativity.

I’m missing you huge./
Days and nights morph together./
You’re my dawn and dusk.

Thousands expected the end of the world (“Rapture”) to happen Saturday, May 21st, 2011. I didn’t worry about it, but thought about the “prophecy” and the “Rapture Weekend” after it didn’t happen:

Some await world’s end./
I spent that day with cool she./
We captured rapture.

She craves attention.
Write, call, text, ask her out, woo.
It’s still not enough.

Hot pads get turned on.
They await your sore stiffness.
Funny, I am, too!

OR
They await your stiff, sore back.

I heard your demand.
It seems a simple request.
Your shower’s too quick.

You admonish me.
Writing flows eas’ly to keys.
My battery is dead.

You want at least 10.
I’ve seen your face and your form.
That’s what you’d be judged.

Because my phone (where I usually write my ConTEXTing Poems) was without battery, a friend suggested “Use a pen and paper instead!”. She gave me a challenge to write 10 poems in 20 minutes. I didn’t do it… but it was a reminder of how we can let technology stiffle our creativity because we don’t have the right “tools”. The next 6 poems (or so) were written while my phone battery was dead.

Perfect Ecstasy./
Your ability astounds. /
Don’t now turn your head!

You’re standing nearby./
We’re slightly separated./
Missing you still hurts.