Today, we vilify technology. We found some new gadgets made our lives better. But some were like opening Pandora’s Box. Think of some technological wonder of this modern age and then consider its predecessor. We want that poem. Write of an old technology as it was or as we remember it. Lift it up or paint it with a dour brush. Your cell phone is your old land line (still have one). A cassette or CD was your music player. We’re getting anachronistic of you. Today, everything old is still old but we’re resurrecting the idea of them. Write a new poem about an old thing!
MARIE’S OLD DAYS:
Back in the days of house-to-house milk delivery, Uncle Ray had the greatest technology: a horse-driven, refrigerated milk cart. The horse knew what she was doing. She would take Uncle Ray to the first home on the route. He would grab enough ice-cold milk from the cart for the next several homes. She would walk the cart to the spot where he would need to grab more milk, and wait there for him. Then along came even newer and greater technology: refrigerated delivery trucks. Unfortunately, Uncle Ray was not permitted to turn down the newer technology. Not only did it make his job harder, but he lost a dear friend and coworker.
Often new knowhow’s
know how is negligible
or nearly inept.
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
WALT IS ANCIENT:
A lost connection: a faulty wireless router, giving and taking away. A frayed cord on the telephone cracking and crackling and inaudible incoherency. A heart string that was forever pulled taut but was never allowed to break. A sibling rivalry that threatened the familial bond beyond repair, brought to bare by the passing of our Pa. All misdeeds and failures forgotten, a phoenix rising, in the imminent demise we will all face, dealt with in grace and dignity. I find that lately I balk at technology. I'd rather talk to my genealogy face-to-face in full embrace. © Walter J Wojtanik - 2021