The cursor is many things:
a friend who listens,
that space deep inside you.
It meets the blank page:
where you ignite,
and feel your power.
A tool to share your joy:
your highs displayed for all to see,
your lows swept off the screen.
Through it your selves appear:
Such a slender thing
through which we are born
over and over again.
Originally published on cheri.blog.
7 thoughts on “The Cursor”
Have never ever never thought about the cursor — and have apologized to my profoundly hard-working friend!
Dear Cheri Lucas Rowlands – “the cursor” is very insightful, inventive, and thought provoking. thank you.
Love the poem – so you change up your cursor to beat writers block?
This is REALLY cool. So creative! <3
Sending you blessings, Cheri
This is WONDERFUL, Cheri! Beautifully written.