Remember pen and paper?

Pen & Paper

Pen & Paper

Both my gizmos, as she calls them,
iPad and my precious iPhone,
are updating and recharging,
unavailable for writing,
FaceBooking, emailing, texting,
or for playing on-line Scrabble.

I have looked and found a grey pen
that writes even held upside-down.
Only one lined pad for writing
was discovered after searching
through the cabinets, closets, shelving.
When did I last try to scribble

words on paper? I lie back, then
face empty space above the line–
fingers, thumbs, want to be typing…
Will the gizmos still be waiting
when these words I will be adding
to the electronic babble?

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, September 27, 2014

 

The Dogs’ Life

There is only now.

The Master, the Top Dog,

(the alpha male) is gone.

The new guy feeds us:

our eyes begin to go first to him.

We wait, we lounge, we mope

when he puts us out in the pen.

There is room to play,

but he may never return,

never let us back with the pack,

with the kind one, with the shorties…

He’s here now!  We’re back inside!

There may be more food!

Search, bark, gambol, sniff,

tumble, lick, pretend to fight–

why is he taking us back outside

to the pen?

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Sept. 3, 2012