Friday, April 17, 2020


NaPoWriMo PROMPT: Write a poem that features forgotten technology. Maybe it’s a VCR, or a rotary phone. A cassette player or even a radio.


I think Santa brought it. 
It looked like a small suitcase, 
But inside was magic. 
Place a plastic disk 
On the spinning turntable, 
Drop the needle 
And suddenly sounds! 

We bought more records. 
Most were black vinyl 
But some were bright colors 
Some even had 
Colored pictures 
On their grooved surface. 

We had a choice of 78, 45 or 33 rpm. 
Forty-fives had big holes—played one song. 
Thirty-threes had a gentle turn. 
Seventy-eights went fast, 
We’d have to be ready 
To flip or change. 

Dad was known to spin Mom 
Across the living room 
To dance tunes. 
We heard silly melodies, 
Funny stories, 
And adventures 
To open our imaginations. 

We listened until the grooves wore down 
But left grooves in our memory 
Which can still resonate 
When conditions are right.


Elizabeth Boquet said...

That "groovy" ending works wonders. Enjoyed the whole thing.

The Bizza said...

The soundtracks of our lives are so precious. You made me nostalgic for my 1st vinyl spinner. Lovely work.