The black screen stares back at me, taunting me.
Have I offended you in some way?
Do I care?
You believe you hold the cosmos within your grasp.
I believe you’re a helpful tool that can be distracting.
You also connect me to people worldwide and supply unlimited knowledge.
I honor you for that.
Let’s call a detente, and I’ll remove you from the room till further notice.
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Jill B. Dalton writes about her life in show business and as an army brat. She lives in New York City with her bossy cat, Magpie
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Dalton wrote Detente for a Story Immersion Project submission call for a simple 8-line exercise to start the writing process.
4 thoughts on “DETENTE”
Your lines inspire my curiosity, Jill. Are you talking to an actual someone/something god, buddha nature, your instrinsic oneness….? Will you really be able to keep them out of the room?
I’d like to read on…
Great poem! I love that personification of the computer and calling detente on it.
What Ellen said. Love it! So true and yet so unique.
Well said, Jill. Our helper/nemesis is a study in contrasts requiring strict supervision, and your humor makes that point in a very refreshing way.