In a slight departure from what's typically posted on this blog, I present a poem written out of frustration. Maybe some of you can relate 😂
In the glow of a digital night so still,
A mother types a name with a motherly thrill.
Crystan, a name like a mountain's proud hill,
Yet autocorrect pirouettes, against her will.
Crystan, a name with a unique gleam,
In keystrokes, a mother's heartfelt dream.
Autocorrect, with its digital scheme,
Whispers "Crystal," disrupting the theme.
In the ballet of letters where frustration unfolds,
Crystan resists as autocorrect scolds.
Yet, in the dance of keys, a story untold,
"Crystal" emerges, a name to uphold.
Oh, autocorrect, a ballet with Crystan's grace,
In the symphony of letters, an unwelcome embrace.
"Crystal," it chants, a linguistic chase,
As Crystan's uniqueness finds a challenging space.
Fingers dance on the keys, a rhythmic plea,
C-R-Y-S-T-A-N, a mother's decree.
Yet, autocorrect, in its digital spree,
Insists on "Crystal," disrupting the glee.
Frustration sways in the digital air,
As Crystan transforms, a name so rare.
Autocorrect's mischief, a relentless affair,
"Crystal" echoes, a name laid bare.
Oh, autocorrect, a dance with Crystan's soul, In the ballet of letters, an unwelcome role. "Crystal" lingers, taking its toll, As Crystan's name struggles to find its goal.
Undeterred, the mother types with might, Crystan's name in the digital night. Autocorrect, in its unyielding flight, Insists on "Crystal," a linguistic fight.
In the dance of letters, frustration gives way, Crystan reclaims its name, a linguistic display. Autocorrect, with a bow, concedes the fray, As Crystan's uniqueness finds its own way.
A tale of Crystan, a digital quest, In keystrokes, uniqueness expressed. Autocorrect, in its linguistic test, Yields to Crystan, a name to invest.
In the glow of the digital night so still, Crystan rests in linguistic thrill. Autocorrect, a companion in this poetic skill, A dance of letters, a name to fulfill.
