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We cannot be sure what the future will hold,
But I doubt this prediction will fail.
That no one will ever unearth in an attic
An old treasure trove of email.
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In my marriage I have noted
That when all is said and done,
I seem to find myself outvoted
By a vote of one to one.
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Russel Winick recently started writing poetry at nearly age 65, after ending a long legal career. He resides in Naperville, Illinois.
I enjoy the internal speculation given in verse form here (the Chicago weatherman is an apt illustration for the fickle…
Very thought-provoking poem, Scharlie. I read it three times, each time being drawn closer to the mood and the setting.
This is an incredibly engaging work. You masterfully depict a ghostly, ethereal scene, with visions of the dead and a…
Good, Paul--both. In the last line of the 1st, you could go on (not to say should!): the "go's transitory…
"Art and Nature" has a tightness and a lilting flow in its dimeter. I also love how you address the…
Russell,
Will you please be my lawyer?
I say this because I woke up too early this morning, checked the first posting at SCP, read your second poem first and started laughing! In my marriage, at least, there is no such thing as a tie vote. In my house, the “No” always wins!”
When I stopped laughing I read your first poem and started in all over again! We have lost so much with technology. Although I do not miss the rotary telephone dial, I do miss the satisfaction of actually “hanging up” on someone, even to the point of slamming the phone back onto the receiver. Try doing that with an Android or i-phone!
The humor in each poem was allowed to shine in all its glory insofar as the meter and rhyme were polished well-enough to support and not distract from the wit.
Following your tangent, James, the other day I was wondering if youngsters still use the terms ‘dial a number’, ‘Who’s on the line?’ and ‘hang up’, even though the terms are technically obsolete.
Thank you Jim. I agree with your sentiments about technology, and greatly appreciate your feedback on the poems.
I handed my phone to Mrs. T. and asked her to read “Outvoted”.
She tried her best to stifle her laughter, but it very quickly got the better of her.
I think, Mr. Winick, that you must be on to something.
Thanks Joe. As the old baseball ump said, just “calling ‘em as I see ‘em..”.
You started my day with a smile. You are spot on. Thank you!
I’m glad to hear that Beverly. Thank you.
Loved especially that your second poem! Succinct, good rhythm, and super clever! Kudos!
Thanks Bruce, that’s nice to hear.
Both the wife and the kids outvote me!
Paul:
One of my friends said to me: “At least you have a vote.” Thanks!
Thank you so much Mary. Once, my wife shocked me by saying: “You’re the boss.” I asked: “Then what are you?” She replied: “The boss of the boss.” No doubt, and it’s for my own good.
About the slow but steady elimination of regular letters by e-mail, let me say the following. If you have sent an important e-mail to someone and you want to “put it in the attic” for your descendants to find, just print out a hard copy of the e-mail and store it safely. I have maintained a steady and detailed correspondence with an old friend for seven years running, and every single one of our e-mails has been printed out, numbered, and carefully preserved. As I go back and peruse the two thousand e-mails, I’m amazed at how much important information they contain — some of which I had already mostly forgotten!
Short, sweet and to the point. Marriage should be give and take, which normally ends up as, I give, you take. And hand-written letters are things to treasure.
Thank you for these two excellent poems.
Thanks for your thoughts, Jeff. I share your love of hand-written letters.
Witty. And true.
Thank you Benjamin. I appreciate your feedback.
I suspect you are dreadfully wrong.
Many attics will lead us to find
mother lodes of such email within
old compuuters and drives to be mined.
Not to mention old media, where,
it was backed up in files still there!.
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As for voting you can’t seem to win,
you’re supposed to just bear it and grin.
What’s subtracted from yours
is awarded to hers.
The system’s “dominion” you’re in.
Clever, amusing and thought-provoking. Thank you, Russel.
Russel, your witty and concise poems provided me with a smile. The hand-writing of letters is fast becoming a forgotten art, along with the ability to compose memorable paragraphs. An emoji or two will never quite make up for the lack of well chosen words.
Thank you David. I agree that while email, texting, and other contemporary forms of communication are quite useful, they will not often equate with the well thought out, handwritten letters of yore.