Hearing the sound of
the trolley’s bell, on Occidental
and Jackson, inspire me
to write some English 101
style prose – where you
go on describing things that
no one cares about as it just
gets in the way of the movement
of the story – because the
sound of that digital horn –
programmed to sound like
an old-fashioned ring that
we would have only heard in
movies – creates a guttural
nostalgia – that is clearly corporate
driven as there weren’t even
trolleys in Seattle when I was
growing up – and I’ll ride
that Trolly and feel like a kid
again until I remember that the
hospital is its and my
To be shared with Poets and Storytellers United at Friday Writings #70: Discovery.
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profound and true
Nice writing, you wouldn’t have many red marks on this Writing 101 piece.
As we grow older there seems to be too many trips to the hospital. A couple of weeks ago I went to the ER, I couldn’t have driven, no trolleys here either, ever, and the ride I had from an extra close relative was scary.
Sounds trigger memories, some of them sweet until we remember the task at hand. The word “hospital” has a harsh yet healing ring to it.
Life can be quite the tyrant, when it comes to stealing a good daydream…
“guttural nostalgia” is so hopelessly sad.
Oh, I love this! And not only for the interesting thoughts.Those enjambments are so brilliantly crafted, to look like prose but flow like poetry.