– the record is not broken –
– though rift in operation –
– jumps along –
– every groove –
– its own peculiar nuance –
– deny –
– to disbelievers –
– it was ever –
– just a piece of plastic –
– he sang my song –
– self-effacing –
– to newer models –
– deemed superior –
– to me ’twas special –
– he played my dreams –
– in words and rhythm –
– found my soulful heart –
– the record is not broken –
– though he’s quiet –
– residing on some shelf –
– time turns the tables –
– i play his tunes –
– sadly –
– nowadays –
– i play them for myself –
It appears I cannot resist the rhyme even after the free.
Hmm take two I see 😊
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Had to play it again. Couldn’t resist. 😉
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Those famous words..play it again Sam 😊
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Sounds a bit like a metaphor rumbling along here – just ‘cos I like the old doesn’t mean I’m redundant! For some reason I can’t get your ‘like’ button to work!
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Could be a bit of a metaphor going on there, Chris. 😉 I was going to go investigating WP glitches but I see you got it. Thanks. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing nostalgia with me. This makes me miss those jukeboxes that dropped a record down and for a quarter you could listen to it again. I still have my 45’s and the wooden RCA Victorola player. Apple line of Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel. . . I have the 45 of “Revolution.” Evoking memories may have not been your intent but this is how I took it. Thank you!
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Thank you for reading, Reo. I guess the old records conjure some nostalgia for us all. It’s difficult to listen to them and not be transported in time.
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This poem made me think of love left behind. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much for reading and for your lovely comment. There could very well have been some romantic thoughts among the nostalgic. 🙂
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