Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Poem of the Day: "Payphone" by David Pring-Mill, Frequent Contributor

David Pring-Mill

Once, there was small comfort
in seeing booths
with plastic phones,
metallic cords,
reflective silver,
light blue labels…

There was great relief
in reaching
into denim pockets,
and fumbling
for reeded edges
and knowing that
by the powers
of spare change
the voice of a friend
or family member
could be summoned,
for tucked-away connection
in the midst of clamor.

And the coin was part
of the experience,
and because of it
the conversations
we partook in
were not taken
for granted.

Now, fingers text away:
a billion empty words
and abbreviations
sent up into outer space.
These cosmic offerings
tumble back down,
seconds later.

Poet's Notes: Nostalgia can affect anything, including inanimate objects.

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