Today's prompt was to write about piece of forgotten technology.
Walkman
the joy of music on the go
even if it jumped with every footfall
a yellow brick that thrummed
in hand, with every button click -
the unbridled bebop of a beat
ricocheting through each heartbeat
the sadness of spaghetti tangled tape
and low battery pain
the click and load of pressing 'play'
world melting away;
all my favourites taped to stay
in rewind re-runs and fast-forward fury
(the mixtape, that personal artefact
of one's emotions at any given date)
in sync with life then - awkward and clunky
but always a solid comfort
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