seven minutes gone
time moving like molasses
bittersweet and slow
and the scent carries me back
to bygone weekend mornings
seven minutes
Tag: nostalgia
one more song
plaid skirts and crew socks
punch dripping from plastic cups
shiny new bow ties
eyes meet as the band played on
pleading for just one more song
Before my time but the words took me to someone else’s nostalgia 🙂
one phone to rule them …
The cord stretching tight
“Shut up David it’s my turn”
Giggles and whispers
Beep! Call waiting (no don’t go)
Crying, as he said goodbye Â
Today at NaPoWriMo our prompt asks us to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts and write a poem that features forgotten technology. This immediately brought me back to the days of one phone for the whole family. I have vivid memories of stretching the cord as far as it could possibly go so that I could (just barely) slip behind a door for some quasi privacy. Oh the days … So thanks for reading my goofy lil’ tanka.
No! Mad!
Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.” Â
A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!”
Shaking off the past, she turned to now. The queen of the “terrible twos” demanded attention. Memory lane would have to wait.
Thanks to Sammi for her prompt (nomad) and the challenge to write a 68 word story. Click here for rules and other takes on the challenge.
The 6120 to Chicago
Calling an Uber, Brad was pissed. Who does she think she is? Witch!
He was built for another time. Taking the 6120 to Chicago. Traveling in style. Drink in hand. No complaints about his butt. Dames knew their place.
A muddy splash broke his reverie.
Above it all. She smiled.
276 characters inspired by the photo above and written for this week’s Twittering Tales #127.
Such fun!
Tina Stewart Brakebill 