I wrote this poem when I was relatively new to writing. I still don’t consider myself any great shakes with poetry but I enjoy looking back and seeing my baby steps of progress. I’m even happier to realize that I feel the same enthusiasm for words that I always did. I held the typewriter on my knee and typed this poem in the passenger seat on the way home. We couldn’t wait to begin 🙂
‘SILVERETTE’ TYPEWRITER (2006)
Hei Ho Silverette
My literary steed
Let’s fascinate them, fibrillate them
With a click clack ribbon read
I know that you’ve been put to pasture
You and all your breed
For the greener grass of technology
And so long as it’s at speed
They call it progress
But they fail to notice
You have stories of your own to tell
And even as I wonder now
Some history seems to linger
If only you had a little paper
If only you had fingers
Then you’d put your keys to use
Story-teller over alphabet, rushing
Tell us of Miss So-and-So
Her paid fingers tapping
Some frustrated poet, wiping his brow
And how you came to sit
On an auction store shelf
Not even able, now, to talk to yourself
And from the shelf you saw them
Short, fat, skinny and tall
Browsing, shrugging, wallet hugging
Still not needing you at all
Then I hobbled in one day
You hailed from across the store
You hailed, canary loud
I didn’t need to look any further
Now I hope I do you proud.
