NaPoWriMo--DAY SEVENTEEN

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.

Soundtracks 

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.