Strange…

A little frustrated aside…

Don’t you just hate it…

  When your too quick fingers…

    Are tap - tap - tapping…

      Tapping out one thing…

         Flying across the keyboard…

           While your brain is thinking…

              Imaginings blazing…

                Wandering the ether…

                  And your eyes aren’t seeing…

                     What’s forming on the page…

                        But some rare something other…

                          Typos leaping ‘cross the page…

                            While majestic flights of fancy…

                              Spin and dance among the stars…

                                 When you finally settle…

                                   And look upon the page…

                                     Those typos have created…

                                        Something new and strange…

Reviews

[Dr. Wood ?]

ah....If only I was bright enough to see the typos.....They just sneak on in and make a nest...they breed...and the whole thing becomes a mess......Yup....great write Denise

[MomzillaNC]

Well, if it becomes a mess, you’re creating quite artistic messes! Thanks.

[Dr. Wood ?]

ha......The world may think differently..but we can change that

[MomzillaNC]

Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

[therisa]

All the time, except, no one can read it, Momzilla. It's like, a teacher or editor has taken a red pen or pencil to the page, to create the art piece. I just want to delete it, and start over, again, with a heavy sigh and a mild curse, under my breathe. Hoping, this time, I will get it, right. Thank you, Momzilla, for sharing your frustrations, in a poetic way.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you.

[therisa]

Your welcome.

[JC]

I sense your fervor and passion for writing, and how you lose yourself, how you become combustable. Enjoyed this very much, also reminded me of the cut up theory, the typos becoming new and strange works of art.

[MomzillaNC]

Thank you very much!