FACEBOOK LIKE (Photo credit: owenwbrown)
I closed my eyes last night
and saw a red alert in the top right corner
with a single digit, the number 1, in it
as if letting me know that someone likes
something that I’ve posted
in the blog of my mind
I read other blogs every day
and see lots, and lots more likes
but that doesn’t bother me
that more people like what they see
in the words of others
for, with them, I have to agree
I like what the others write, too
that my little blog, it’s just words
is mostly lost and lonely and overlooked
is perhaps to be expected
it is perhaps a little nondescript and boring
just like me
just ask my wife, she’d agree
but the truth is
I don’t post for other people
I post for myself
I’m selfish and narcissistic, I guess
I do it all for me, me, me
yes, I have to force myself to confess
that in the end
I do it all for me
and my hope for some posterity
and if someone likes what they see
that’s just Jim Dandy
but, come to think of it, now
I wonder if that number 1 up there I see
was actually from me
oh, sweet irony
#1 by RKHouse on May 7, 2012 - 9:21 am
You know you’ve been looking at the computer too long, when you close your eyes and you still see the screen. Like frontal lobe burn-in or something. This actually happens to me a lot. The start of this poem was inspired because of this really happening to me the other night.
Sometimes, I even work in front of the computer and write software in my dreams and then when I wake up I realize I have to do it all over again for real. That’s not good at all. One time I fell asleep with my laptop on my lap and I was dreaming that I was still working away at it. Then my laptop, and the large heavy wood portable table/desk/pad that I use, fell off and smashed into my feet. That’s pretty darn funny to me, but it hurt. Not a fun way to wake up.