Yesterday's poem was featured on Napowrimo's daily post and that made me feel various feelings of pride and delight. Today's prompt, where the aforementioned featuring is linked directly, prompts us to write a poem with references to the poetic qualities of an innovation or technology.
we're so back
said the vinyl enthusiast.
it was well about time.
everything comes back around
said the friend, wearing bell bottoms
and checking their emails for packages
in their P.O. Box. the friend was waiting
on a laser disc rendition of classical hymns.
the friend was something of a collector.
they put on their glasses with cameras
inside, hopped on their fixed-gear bicycles, and went to
the public library to record a look through the old
card catalog. their followers would love to see
this. we're so back said the librarians.
everything comes back around said the lonely
book, away from the sunlight, screaming inside
to be stamped and taken home. the book was digitized
as well, existing forever somewhere. well, maybe.
eventually, we'll look back and wonder what it was
all for said the vinyl enthusiast. like and subscribe
for more content said the friend. they weren't back,
they were never leaving. well, at least until
the sun has his growth spurt and swallows everything
in an adolescent growing pain. then the sun will say
where have my friends gone and storm up to his
celestial room, with no parents to help him understand
that this is just phase. nothing will make sense
everything will probably be fine though.
it always mostly is.
