I Miss Rotary Phones

by Alanna


I miss rotary phones

the kind where you put your finger in the hole of the dial

rotating it clockwise until it stopped

then releasing it to get a satisfying

click , click, click as it unwound

taking up to several seconds per number


The telephone rang

when someone wanted to talk to you

As kids we would all run to its ring

eager to be the one to pick up the receiver

with a breathless “Hello?”

(Double excitement for long distance)


Now people don’t want to talk so much on the phoneiphone-2464968_1920

They prefer to text and share- everything

My phone now is a small rectangle with a touchscreen that glows 

It is called “smart” maybe for its ability

to distract and beg for your attention

 worse than my Golden Retriever


My rotary phone just sat there and left me alone

unless someone wanted to talk to me

So I gave my smartphone a lobotomy

tired of the intrusion into my life

Bye bye Facebook, bye bye Instagram, bye this, bye that…

Now it’s pretty much a phone- kinda smart

But not too smart


I still miss rotary phones

and their satisfying click, click, clicks

But they are gone now

Like the many other dinosaurs of my life

Lost in time

But not from my memory

IMG_2245 (1)

Photos by Pixabay & by the author

As also seen on byalannapass.com


If you enjoyed the poem. please leave a comment.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

<span>%d</span> bloggers like this: