OH Precious Vinyl

OH precious vinyl, where have you gone?

I miss the messages from my favorite artist

written within your album jacket just to me!

My birthday money spent on you

either in 33 or 45 rpm speed.

Sending music into my room

for me to sing along.

 

OH precious vinyl, where have you gone?

You are not longer with us

constantly being replaced by new technology.

Cassette, cds, mp3s.

I miss my trip to my local record store

with my mother years ago.

Thumbing through rows of cardboard jackets

all colorful, each cover their own story.

Protecting the beautiful music within.

 

OH precious vinyl

You may be gone from the public eye

but not from me.

You are hidden inside

stacks and stacks of jackets

worn around the edges and discolored.

But still shiny and perfect condition.

Ready for the player to spin you round and round.

With a needle to act as your microphone.

To play me a memory!

 

This was written for THE MAG

Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the image to use for your post.

Elevator Behavior

I had the inspiration to write about riding in elevators while watching Taylor Swift’s video for “Ours” this morning.   This is very different from anything I have written for this challenge.  Not sure it will work.  Just an observation of elevator behavior I have noticed over the years written in 333 words.  Lots of these behaviors can be seen in the video and she even mentions something about the silence in the song.  The video made me giggle.

I entered on the first floor for my journey to the heavens.  I take the spot next to the buttons to select people’s destination.  I ask politely “what floor are you headed?”  In silence, each person individually steps forward and pressed the own button.  “Ok,” I think, then make my selection. The ritual of stopping and adding people continues for a few floors.  Along our journey skyward, our box accumulates an eclectic group crowded  in the proverbial sardine can.  A gentleman in a nice suit and brief case, the secretary dressed in a low button shirt and a short skirt. A maintenance man in his grey jumpsuit with a tool box.  Each press their own numbered button then stands as far from one another as they possibly can without touching the nearest person.  The smell of various odors ranging from sexy Victory Secret perfume to the foul smell of cigarettes with a little after shave throw in the mix.  What an odd world created with each elevator ride.

Being in an elevator shows very unusual human interaction.  It is void of words spoken and silence only broken with an occasional sniffling nose or clearing of ones throat.  No one dares touch the person next to them. Each is as rigid as the cable pulling the elevator upward.  No one looks around. Each person stares ahead into oblivion or most commonly at the numbers over the door as if they are viewing an angel hovering above the crowd.  Is this universal behavior of an elevator ride?  When the elevator finally comes to a halt and you hear ding of the opening door, the crowd rushes out as forceful as the summer waters raging from the mouth of the Mississippi into the gulf.  Each bolt quickly in every direction for their days work knowing later in the afternoon, the journey begins again.  This time, headed downward toward the depths of hell.  Maybe the silence will be broken by haunting laugh of Vincent Price.  

This was written for Trifecta Writing Challenge Week Sixty-Two.

MOUTH

1a : the natural opening through which food passes into the body of an animal and which in vertebrates is typically bounded externally by the lips and internally by the pharynx and encloses the tongue, gums, and teeth
b : grimace <made a mouth>
c : an individual requiring food <had too many mouths to feed>
2a : voice, speech
b : mouthpiece
3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as

  a : the place where a stream enters a larger body of water

  b : the surface opening of an underground cavity

  c : the opening of a container

  d : an opening in the side of an organ flue pipe

Please remember:

• Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.

• You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.

• The word itself needs to be included in your response.

• You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.

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