Cursor and I

L. B. Mek


Staring match, between

binary and flesh

a cursor blinks, insistently 

daring me, teasingly 

matching its blink 

to my unsteady pulse

aching fingers

anticipation contained

and I simply, wait



a new thread awoke

I was excited, yet conditioned 

by experience’s calluses 

so I merely caressed it, tentatively

for there’s nothing known

to existence, as ephemeral

as inspiration, idea, spark, muse - 

all labels for creativity, demoted 

to realms of tangible,


as ever, pixelated white of blank

jostles confidences, indifferently

every beginning 

like a cyclically regressive, nightmare 

back to youth’s sweaty, anxiety

that gym or assembly hall

once beacons of schooling, salvation 

now jail cells of inevitably 

to racing Time’s, betrayal 

one desk, one chair

and that pristine, blank paper

awaiting like porcelain 

oppressive, in its flawless state


with its indecent silence 

back then, exam paper trepidation 

now, Word document emptiness

mocking us, with each cursor blink.


Thought beckons, thought

almost as if, meditative sleepwalking

recalling - retracing, movements

prior to this blossoming 

of imaginative awakening 

a hint

is gleaned 


and this soliloquy, symphony

of poetic artistry

begins, one word

one syllable, one


at a time, digging

digging, digging

with that trusty QWERTY



in history, they, did it 

with rock on rock

or scraping on wood

inking on leather

whatever, it took

Seamus Heaney, held a gun

made of pen, squat

spurned-on by his father’s

unfulfilled artistic, ambitions

now sweating to ink, a lifetime 

shovelling as legacy


my cursor watches

this archaic art of typing

one letter at a time


taking a deep sigh

I study my racing words

to match my fingers 

speed limit

one letter, one word

one poem

I type, we type

to give voice

and seek understanding

to this wonder, called living.



© L. B. Mek

January 2022

  • Author: L. B. Mek (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2022 03:21
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 52
  • User favorite of this poem: Poetic Dan.


  • MDStone

    “I type, we type
    To give voice
    And seek understanding
    To this wonder, called living.”
    That is the ever blinking cursor in the heart of every wordsmith. Thank You, LB.

    • L. B. Mek

      indeed, so true
      thank you! kind Poet

    • Poetic Dan

      .... just wow... goosebumps on top of my goosebumps just the way it ended... keep shining that beautiful unique shine of yours!
      Thanks for sharing and the journey

      • L. B. Mek

        promise to give it all I have brother, if you
        promise me the same
        then we can have a beer on the other side
        baggage-less n empty of regret's, chains...
        thank you! so glad you enjoyed this one

        • Poetic Dan

          Yes brother

        • crypticbard

          never a cursory glance
          that blinkin' cursor
          wouldn't stand a chance
          keyboard's clacking, prance

          • L. B. Mek

            oh how deep, and I have to agree
            a cursory glance'
            and we do like to prance away
            on that keyboard of true freedom's
            thank you! dear Poet
            what a great comment

          • MendedFences27

            Wow! Very imaginative write. Kept me spellbound through its entirety. But now I can't stand my bloody cursor. It's going to drive me mad. Your poem is well constructed, expressed, and true to its mission. I cannot bear to look at that little arrowed sucker any longer. Thank you. You have made my day. - Phil A.

            • L. B. Mek

              inflaming wars between Poet's and their 'cursor's, as curse'
              this is so poetic, a snap portrayal of my life
              that gap between intent and pitifully warped outcome...
              (I joke my friend, just glad you enjoyed the read)
              thank you!

            • Neville

              Hey Mek, I know it might sound like a cop out, but I find myself agreeing with every single word MendedFences27 aka Phil has already said ......... Neville

              • L. B. Mek

                still appreciated, as-if being read for the very first time
                and to be fair, you could just type a literal dot (.)
                and it would still bring a smile to my face, my friend

              • John Prophet

                Wow, deep, sophistication.
                Wonderful work LBM!

                • L. B. Mek

                  how you humble me, kind Poet
                  I'll keep chipping away at it
                  hopefully before my time is done
                  I can squeeze out its full potential..
                  thank you!

                • sorenbarrett

                  Epic in its nature. I loved the lines "now jail cells of inevitably to racing Time's betrayal" "digging, digging, digging with that trusty QUERtY shovel" This piece takes a hypnotic approach on a journey through and to the minds eye. The pacing was wonderful.

                  • L. B. Mek

                    How very kind, I like that interpretation
                    has its place in inking, as a quality or trait
                    I think, lol
                    thank you! Happy New Year dear cherished Poet

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