We are asked to write a poem or a flash 55 on the prompt... OURS IS...
THE PHONE
From the 'lovers tin can'
and the electric telegraph
the telephone emerged
and forged a new path
Now heard across the miles
and over distant lands
phones are voice activated
'look Ma no hands'
still I have to ponder
in a wide eyed sort of way
what AG Bell and Watson
would think of phones today
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
Bet they would have been surprised!
ReplyDeleteFrom tin can to no hands! Love that. Great take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteExactly, what Graham bell will think today, you say the evolution, or revolution?
ReplyDeleteLove it! I have a telegram that was sent to my Uncle in the war...
ReplyDeleteha yes i wonder what they would say today, would it surprise them or disappoint that we are not further along...still waiting on the hologram myself...smiles.
ReplyDeleteNo hands is right. I wonder myself what they would think. Things sure have come a long way. I remember the old dial up phones and the lines were shared with other people listening in on conversations, I love this, you did a great job as usual and it seems blogger is working again for now.. Susie
ReplyDeleteVery true. Phones have to do so much these days.
ReplyDeleteTo share the communciation journey from it's simple beginnings to now... what exactly are they now? So much is possible if only we try what has not been tried before.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the wonder of the advent of the telephone! Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI loved this piece, clever and playful, beautifully harmonized. Great write! ~Rose
ReplyDeleteI think that communication is way beyond anything they ever imagined...
ReplyDeleteHello, cute i enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem. Both fun and true!
ReplyDeleteI'm in a bad mood, not feeling up to a limerick. And so...
When it comes to verse,
what greater sin
than a lazy poet
who phones it in?
Mad Kane