Childhood memories
from a certain generation
still snuggled-up beneath the radiogram
in tune as a commune.

Sound and words
transformed into mindful pictures,
Unlimited audio visions
Amidst electrostatic hissy fits
Going snap, crackle & popping.
Distorting pronouncements
Sifting them through assorted shades
Of white and lightening noise.
There IS somebody out there.

Ears straining to stay toned and honed in
on a fading signal ... which will emerge,
- do not grow faint or adjust your set -
if we wait long enough.
Or will it?

The dial; To twiddle or not?
Ah, it's a station different
So stay. listen for a while It lasts
without being inlaid by voices over from ...

What's the program?
The language sounds kinda familiar
To all the others I've not heard before!

Radio Times a-calling
Let's all gather round.

Nicely done :)

Such unique writing. Reminds me of growing old yet staying young at heart.

Really enjoyed it.