At the end of OU A215 a small group of us wanted to form our own writers group, ‘Forum 215,’ and with the help of Colin, who had some experience in setting up something like this before, we proceeded to follow his e-mail invitation. Like everything else these days, computing seems to have developed its own language. This odd ode springs from that.
Techno Babble.
An e-mail invite needs reply,
a link clicked launch, and high,
through cyber space’s surf, I fly,
where Google Groups, I find are waiting,
alliterating, initiating
a username and password.
Survived to ‘Forum 215’
where Colin’s techno wizardry
and modern terminology
are waiting there to challenge me
with whistles, bells and topic lists,
and countless other things I’ve missed.
Inside I find a friendly face.
and wonder just how Clare has placed,
her jpeg, when all others yet,
remain an eerie silhouette?
So now to master posts and threads,
can I recall what Colin said?
Tags: Computing, Creative writing, Odd Odes, OU A215, Poems, Poetry, Writing
