from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
#Socs #Ring
the noise of many things in the house
from the alarm clock that wakes you in the morning
to the egg timer ensuring your boiled egg is just right
and you daren’t miss the noise of some bells
no matter how noisy it is
the bells of the bakelite phone?
it’s your reletives on the end of the line – waiting to say hello
#wifi #fowc
Salford, 13th March
An acrostic on WiFi technology in response to fandangos one word challenge
Wireless….
It’s like your stereo, but it’s much more
Fun….particularly if you like gaming
It allows you to move around with your devices
World Wide Web
In the palm of your hands
For the time you need
Instant information
Wondering around
In the great outdoors, whilst
Following the goings on at home on
Instagram, Facebook, and twitter
Where would we be without this technology?
Internet and telephone
Fixed into the wall….dial up networks ?
It’s not fun at all…you’re waiting forever to connect
The green glass container
landed with a bump on the sands
The sea, tired of its presence
No fine wine or olive oil here
but something more precious
a message for someone special
Sent in hope than anticipation
dropped into blue waters
floating off towards land
Time remains – and Questions Unanswered
Did message reach intended target ?
Or is he (or she) ? combing the shore ?
Two tin cans
enable two small friends
to talk across a field of green
via a piece of string
The two tin cans
are replaced next morning
by little walkie talkie things
they talk to mum and dad
and as they talk
voices travel
through field and over hilltop
carried across telephone posts
Whilst letters travel,
as fast as light
converted into numbers and
sent by a web
In response to Daily Post Prompt
Learning
24th August 2016
Building blocks of life,
Everyone knows, they have to be taught
Going from crawling to walking – now that is a biggie
Indeed, the very skill of balance is one to be mastered
Next, comes the art of communication – language that comes later, letting
Nanna or Grandad know you want changing is the second step
In getting about the house,
Next – its mastering those things called forks and spoons – a messy job
Going to school ? a doddle to navigating the living room and tying those boots.
In response to the prompt Spare
Salford, 28th May 2016
“Buddy, can you spare a dime ?”
Coins – they’re a wonderful thing
I can remember – as a small lad – being able to make a short ten minute conversation on the phone , all by feeding the BT box that powered the phone two pence pieces.
The phone box? on the Corner in Tamworth Walk
The recipient ? Grandad’s House across the road in Napier Street.
Salford seemed a much bigger place then –
10p – price of a mixed bag of sweets, sherbet drops to candied mice.
Now we’re in the age where that self same bag now costs a pound to purchase – it makes me struggle to see where we’ve got to – for i’d get change out of buying a comic out of that
but then they made the money different…the pound note became a coin and suddenly every single price was going up because of it
If I happen to see a lowly penny piece on the floor – abandoned – i’ll pick it up for as a wiser man than me once said
“The streets of your home city are paved with gold”
….Not Gold exactly – but copper and silver’s just as rewarding.
