Unplugged
When I’ve passed a restless night,
and once more welcome morning light,
I do not leave a lover’s grasp.
No knitted legs need to unclasp.
What time on waking I can afford
is spent by me, unwinding cord:
the earbud cord around my neck,
my PC power cord from the wreck
of pillows, comforter and sheet
that somehow, now, are at my feet.
My MacBook Air, just by my shoulder
has come unplugged and so is colder
to my touch. It won’t power on.
Then, when plugged in, my poem is gone.
The Friday Reminder and Stream of Consciousness prompt is “plug.”

Beautiful imagery
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Judy this captures that dreamy, disoriented feeling of mornings in a modern world perfectly! 🙌
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Thanks. Problem is, I usually wake up in a full “on” position. Something about 2 cats and 3 dogs crying to be fed and students about to wring the doorbell!
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tragic ending. One time I lost a whole chapter of 12 pages. I was thinking as I wrote it. …’This is the best writing I’ve ever done.’ I did keep saving. YEs. Truly i did.
I wrote it again. It wasn’t the same but it was okay. My love for computer was totally shattered. Ann o garcia
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Yes. I’ve done that when writing on my blog. Heartbreaking.
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Ooooh. No!!!!
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Has it ever happened to you?
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Not for a while — I don’t write as much poetry as you do, though. 😀
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Oops ! Some poems are so elusive
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Lol love this it’s so true 💜💜
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