Today’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) prompt is: Write a poem that features forgotten technology. (Photo is of my refurbished 1938 Underwood Champion!)
I feel as obsolete,
as an antique,
My stories used to delight her,
until I fell out of favor.
This little poem got stuck in my head so writing it down here.
I thought I saw you through the window,
your face up against the glass,
blurry, with the rain as your mask.
I thought I heard you in the other room,
shouting, “Coming soon!”
I thought I smelled your oceanic perfume,
the one you wore to make me swoon.
I thought I tasted your kiss,
soft, like the morning mist,
and a long sigh.
I thought for a moment you stayed alive,
that someone still existed in this world I could call mine.
Now, I am pleased to share this beauty. A refurbished 1938 Underwood Champion! Took some time to find a functional one within my price point! I hope to fiddle with it this weekend and maybe type up some poems on it. Can’t wait!