They get to you, don’t they, those impersonal error messages that flash on your computer screen to tell you there has been a glitch? Think of how much easier it would be on the nerves if the message were in haiku, the gentle Japanese form of poetry offering brief flashes of insight into a situation.

Some possibilities:


A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The Web site you seek
cannot be located but
endless others exist.

Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent and reboot.
Order shall return.

ABORTED effort.
Close all that you have.
You ask way too much.

With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
“My Novel” not found.

The Tao that is seen
is not the true Tao, until
you bring fresh toner.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.

A crash reduces
your expensive computer
to a simple stone.

Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that.

Three things are certain:
death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network is down.

You step in the stream
But the water has moved on.
The page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hole the whole sky,
But we never will.

Having been erased,
The document you’re seeking
Must now be re-typed.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both blank.

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