in the psychedelic dreams
of nothingness
I find a broken record
long playing vinyl record
as ancient as you
as antiquated as I
in my alone time
I introspect the fossils
of those songs we listened
soundlessly, together
coarse, powdered
words jumbled on top of each other
relics of the past may suggest
you are my sunshine
but I walk into the dark tunnel
holding the broken record
primeval music playing
into the corrugated walls
"I will find a ruined battery on the road
fix it to my heart and listen to you for eternity"
This is wonderful, Guatami! I absolutely love it! It works on so many levels too.
ReplyDeleteYes sometimes we go round and round in our dreams with an old theme.
ReplyDeleteBoy those old tunes went around and around like the vinyl! Good poem thanks!
ReplyDeleteso many fond memories revolve around vinyl records.
ReplyDeletethanks!
Gautami,
ReplyDeleteRead all pending poems. Liked Hibernation ones very much. This one shows hope still making one go on to find love.
Take care
Ahhh, vinyl! Loved this poem.
ReplyDeleteA very deep take on the prompt! Good work!!!
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines are just unbelievable...very deeply inspiring, great stuff!
ReplyDeleteYou went deep with this one. Good job!
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Very excellent poem!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading it. There is light at the end of the tunnel.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem! Nostalgic and yearning for the past. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThe images here are vivid, and the text is gut-wrenching. Great Centus!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing! You are very talented!
ReplyDeleteExcellent !
ReplyDeleteYour writing is deep, insightful, sensitive and inspiring...I love this... Standing ovation !!!
amazing piece.
ReplyDeleteamazing world of nothingness, playing round and round... it is exactly as you say...
ReplyDeleteThis was amazing, Gautami I could read it again and again.
ReplyDeleteAll this from "You are my Sunshine"?
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem!
Best wishes,
Anna
Sanna's Sunshine SC Wk 66
This is my cat's blog post about the letter "P":
P is for Presents - Sara Cat AT-rd-3-P
Wow..4 little words can evoke so much feeling. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry, Guatami. Just a glance at my own vinyl stirs big memories.
ReplyDeleteI like the memories that old time music conjures up. Well said!
ReplyDeleteas ancient as you
ReplyDeleteas antiquated as I
Wow.
Everytime I read your blog I want to do two things:
a) destroy everything I've ever written and start again - you are one of my writing heroes
and b) repeat "A" over and over again until I get it right!
Your imagery is really astounding.