I press a key and instantly
with a flash of transformed sand
a screen's threshold opens up for me
to carry me from my homeland.
A chosen tap decides just where
my electron self will go today
and with whom my thoughts I'll share.
To which key should my finger stray?
For each one is a type of door
lined up like portals down a hall.
"Pick me!" they each seem to implore
with their beguiling silent call.
So at last I make my choice
and my destination flicks into view
where I bid greetings sans a voice
then pass through this door to be with you.
Comments
and this is your most beautiful
doory poetry
you ought to win it
so let our doors not open
but be contained in yours
hi lovedly
thanks for the kind words but since I'm the contest director it would be a conflict of interest for me to be declared winner......stan
thanks
for dropping (s)
hahahaha
now I have a chance wow
hi scribbler
this is sensuously done... great job.
greetings
Thank you. I hadn't thought of that aspect of this lol. I appreciate your dropping by.......stan