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In a synchronized voice,
she says my cloud
has been compromised
and asks for my password
and access to my Mac
to fix the problem.
I walk out into the sunshine
and inspect a white fluffy
cloud floating overhead
in a sky bright as blueberries
and pick my Mac
dangling from a branch,
wash its rosy and green skin,
bite into its crisp white flesh
and savor its sweetness,
tartness and spiciness
as apple juice dribbles
down my chin.
Confident that my world
has not been compromised,
I hang up the phone.
© 2018 by Sharon Waller Knutson.
Used with the author's permission.
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Sharon Waller Knutson lives in a house her husband, Albert, built out of clay from the land on a dirt road in the middle of a wildlife habitat and open range of the Arizona desert. A retired journalist, she writes poetry for readers who don't normally read poetry. In 2014, Sharon sold her chapbook, My Grandmother Smokes Chesterfields, to winter visitors from all over the world in a café where her husband played guitar and sang country music. Her customers told her they expected her to publish a new poetry book when they returned each year so, in 2015, she published Desert Directions, about her life in the desert. In 2016, she published They Affectionately Call Her a Dinosaur, poems about her customers and other seniors in her life who started new careers, businesses, and relationships after they retired. In 2017, she published I Did it Anyway, poems about how she broke the glass ceiling in the newspaper business in the '60s and '70s, when women were typically relegated to the society pages. Many more books followed, and now Sharon maintains an entertaining blog called Storyteller Poetry Review. Sharon and Albert (now retired from his music gig) stay busy raising assorted critters and enjoying their 11 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren.
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Thanks for the wonderful comments. Like Cork said I heard the voice so many times and wondered what she was blathering about. The only clouds I heard about were in the sky and the only Mac I owned grew on a tree. So instead of reporting the scam, I wrote a poem.
Posted 06/01/2018 05:01 PM
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antoinette:
I love this one. The craziness of these modern time (machines etc.) and the calmness of nature. Sharon, this really hit the spot.
Posted 06/01/2018 01:53 PM
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joecot:
Now I'm wondering... How does one compromise with a cloud? Is it a negotiation? Anyway, nice poem!
Posted 06/01/2018 01:33 PM
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lafayette:
Excellent! It kept my attention right to the beginning of the verse.
Posted 06/01/2018 12:41 PM
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wendy morton:
Eat that apple. Delicious!!
Posted 06/01/2018 11:41 AM
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Jancan:
Reading this poem was a very nice way
to start the day! Thanks, Sharon.
Janice
Posted 06/01/2018 09:34 AM
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cork:
Sharon, I love your opening line. I have heard that voice so often.
Posted 06/01/2018 09:28 AM
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michael escoubas:
Wonderful poem Sharon, so appropriate for the times in which we live!
Posted 06/01/2018 07:22 AM
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