A Poets Cell Phone
I’ve left it on rock ledges
elevators and bars
Taxicabs, backpacks
and motorcycles far
It sat on the Great Wall
as I walked away
And fell out of the raft
in Wyoming that day
It flew on the airplane
after I’d gotten off
Spending two days in Key West
Fedex as the cost
It’s kept me in touch
that’s important I know
But the voice it records into words
— much more so
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
My Cell Phone Voice Recorder
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Personal object/memory, grounded in autobiography and specific locations.
Multiple anecdotes densely packed; moderate idea concentration per section.
Nostalgic, reflective appreciation; mild melancholy tempered by connection.
Conversational, wandering; steady pacing without explosive intensity.
Approximately 11 lines of actual verse content; brief-to-moderate length.
Mostly declarative storytelling; minimal metaphor or ornament.
Pure lyric first-person reflection; introspective, no narrative distance.
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