Monday, June 21, 2010

Poem: Typewriter


To you it is not a mechanical relic,
but a reminder of your beginnings,
of a time before computers and magical technology,
of love letters scribbled on scraps of paper,

stores spun out on paper, your spidery handwriting
telling secrets in a diary, your
words flowing unbidden, unstoppable,
unexpected from a place in you

fragile as a child, yet enduring.


The picture is from the Rogers Store Museum in Surry County, Virginia. You can click on it for a larger version.



向霖 said...
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willow said...

This is a lovely poem. My beginnings were on a beautiful old Royal typewriter of my grandfather's. I surely wish I had it now.

Love "spidery handwriting".