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For today's prompt, write an elegy. An elegy doesn't have specific formal rules. Rather, it's a poem for someone who has died. In fact, elegies are defined as "love poems for the dead" in John Drury's The Poetry Dictionary. Of course, we're all poets here, which means everything can be bent. So yes, it's perfectly fine if you take this another direction-for instance, I once wrote an elegy for card catalogs. Have at it!
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MY EFFORT
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FOR THE BOOM-BOXES
(that not hear)
Old school circa 1975
Huge boom-boxes
Ruled the world
Perched precariously
On strong shoulders
They blasted away
A mobile party
Crowds followed behind
This urban pied piper
Mesmerized by the sound
Which is now between the
Ears of listeners in a private world
Of ipod playlists and MP3
Players that fit in a shirt pocket
Where no boom-box could
Ever go
And so they moved on
To that great pawn shop
In the sky
Collecting dust on a shelf
Behind cassette tape players
And stereo speakers
Unplugged forever
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