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The Ultimate Act of Love in The ’80s #Day22 #NaPoWriMo

 
 ...and now live 
    from the Vic Theater 
       here in Chicago 
          The Pat Metheny Group!

I take a deep breath, press down on two fingers and 
peering in on the small window of the boombox 
— you know, to make sure the cassette reel is indeed moving —
I exhale.

I sneeze a great big sneeze, blow my nose, and fluffing the pillow, I recline.
 
    Scooped
       Round
          Squishy
             Buttery
                Smooth

My shoulders rise and fall with the tones of the guitar,
and when I imagine Leni and Craig, 
and John— Oh, John, he had to go to The Vic without me— I sigh.

Minutes later, the two buttons eject to alert me that one side is full. 
I flip the 90-minute tape to side B, 
press the same two fingers down on the buttons,
check the reel and exhale again.

Over the weekend, after making duplicates I label them: 
                  Pat Metheny, The Vic 11/29/87.
                                 ***
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Grateful for yet another excellent prompt that took me back decades. Thank you, NaPoWriMo, you rock. And, know what? I still have that old cassette tape.

You call this one metonymy in poetry. A new vocabulary word for me, so on that count, again, thanks.

The optional prompt for Day22 states: Today, I'd like to challenge you to write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.

Please, let me hear from you if you’re familiar with the particular symbol I chose for you today. And even if you’re not familiar, be kind and leave me a comment, please. Thanks.

Be well, and I wish you miracles. xoxo, Selma.

Selma Martin
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  1. Manja Mexi Mexcessive

    I love it how metonymy became Pat Metheny. 🙂 Oh yes, this is how we recorded… I never had records growing up, only cassettes. I always thought that was better because we could make compilations. I got rid of them all before moving to tapeless Tuscany.

    1. Selma Martin

      Yeah, a new word I didn’t know. And when I saw it I thought of Metheny. 😃
      I appreciate you dropping by to read and comment. (Don’t get many of either 😢)
      Visited your place also. Wow. Your pictures are amazing. And even that post had a door. Leave it to a photographer to find that. Wow!
      Oh yes. The poem. Poppies. 🤩 you rock, lady. Be well.

  2. Smitha V

    Selma you brought back lovely memories of cassette tapes and the recording of songs. I remember being given one by my husband ( boyfriend then) with all his favorite songs. I’d listen to it constantly believing they were dedicated to me. Lol. Your poem was lovely!

  3. Chado

    Nice how you locked in a 1980s vibe here.
    The graphic is a perfect complement.

    1. Selma Martin

      I’m late to acknowledge your visit. Forgive. I appreciate your words. Be well. I wish you miracles

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