Dianne Procopio

Dianne Procopio

I cannot find my mother.
I haven't found her yet.
She pulled up stakes and moved away.
Now she lives on the Internet!

Every time I try to call
her telephone is busy.
I've heard that signal so many times
I'm starting to get dizzy!

I blame it on that Web TV
cause ever since she got it
I haven't heard her voice at all
I think that I forgot it!

Yes, my mother's new home is the Internet
and she is happy there,
with her Web TV, the remote control
and that orange reclining chair!

She works so hard to learn it all.
On web page building she does dote.
If you ask her to explain,
she just smiles.
Like Noah while building his boat!

Every day she learns some more.
Every day she gets a little faster.
What no one seems to understand is that
she is practically a web master!

I don't think I need to tell you
how much a master makes,
just know that it's a lot of dough
and she's got what it takes!

I guess I'll have to go online
and surf the Internet.
I'll flash her picture in Cyberspace and yell,
Has anybody seen Jeanette?

By
Dianne Procopio
A Poet in Cyberspace
Copyright ©2000

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My mask is difficult to construct for it is fluid.

It is a dark bluish-black in color that on a calm day will reflect back whatever one wants to see.

It is rather difficult to judge how deep or how thick the mask is.

Most days are so very, very calm.

At times, calmness is not to be found.

The mask ripples and distorts to the degree that people fear looking at it.

It is in these brief moments that reality spurts out from behind the mask and people hide their faces or run for the safety of their delusions.

In my continuing journey I sometimes find others who wear a similar mask.

We either avoid each other or approach with caution.

Loneliness attracts, yet truth repels, so an awkward dance ensues.

I grow weary of wearing the mask, but I remember when I did not wear it.

Despite the weight of the mask, I feel it to be best to dance with Life with the knowledge that the mask brings to the wearer.

It is sorrowful, but it appears that the world still has need of warriors.