In the room where I live it is sound apropos; on my tan tabletop sits a small radio. In the wee morning hours I play Coast-to-Coast with some topics of interest, George Noory the host. I recline on my love seat relaxed with a sigh; in the core of convenience my laptop nearby. It’s an Asus with Windows 8—mouse on the floor; You Tube uploads abundant, there’s much to adore. I’ve upgraded my TV—old Magnavox gone; (an old cathode ray TV tube which I was fond.) But now there in the corner flat screen, hues abound; cable-ready, amazing Toshiba surround. Hooked within USB, DVD bides its time; (I must say this technology seems so sublime.) There the silver disk spins and a movie appears, bringing waves of emotion from guffaws to tears. So the sounds all around bring much comfort at night; even my gray space heater’s warm hush gives delight. In the other-wise silence assuaging is found; the connection between my five objects is sound. 20 Lines Writer’s Cramp Winner 2-27-18 |