Sunday, 27 January 2013

vinyl dreams

Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther
lost in the vinyls
she looks out into her past
trapped in the circle of life
she does not not subscribe to sadness
everything can be said but it is never ever done
edges are always raw
one has to scale that
in the mist of the songs in her mind
chimes are curved, scattered and tattered
a mirror reflects the vast step she has taken
no one skirted the issues like she did
holding on to the last straw was never her agenda

vinyl is plastic, undead to environment
jumbled songs play out cheerily loud
bravo for it, bravo for it

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34 comments:

  1. Josie Two Shoes27 January 2013 at 08:53

    679"She does not subscribe to sadness"... powerful words indeed! It is a choice, if we will let our life be filled with sadness and regret, or we will choose to live and laugh and love again.

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  2. Laura27 January 2013 at 09:08

    "in the mist of the songs in her mind
    chimes are curved, scattered and tattered
    a mirror reflects the vast step she has taken" so sad what goes unnoticed, the courage we each possess in a single moment.

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  3. Paige Nicole27 January 2013 at 09:13

    in the mist of songs in her mind.
    it is a mist those old painful songs.

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  4. Za faran27 January 2013 at 10:36

    Powerful...'doesn't subscribe to sadness' is my fav line too

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  5. Kathe W.27 January 2013 at 11:02

    love this line:
    holding on to the last straw was never her agenda

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  6. zongrik27 January 2013 at 11:17

    i like chimes are curved

    not alone

    Verification makes it really hard to comment, takes a few times sometimes. you'd probably get more comments if you turned it off.

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  7. Stan Ski27 January 2013 at 11:59

    Great post... though I prefer CD's...

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  8. Tess Kincaid27 January 2013 at 12:01

    Vinyl is plastic...undead...oh yeah...

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  9. gsb27 January 2013 at 12:12

    excellent a lot of good lines and the thought is awesome.

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  10. Marian Veverka27 January 2013 at 12:33

    powerful portrait. Didn;t even notice the wordls ords - they are so skillfully interwoven!

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  11. oldegg27 January 2013 at 13:05

    What nostalgia there is in piece. The sadness of times now lost.

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  12. Sherry Blue Sky27 January 2013 at 13:06

    A poem written by a brave heart. I love the "songs in her mind, chimes are curved, scattered and tattered" the best too.

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  13. joanne27 January 2013 at 13:53

    unusual and unique....some of your beautiful lines are going round and round and....

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  14. flaubert27 January 2013 at 14:25

    Like what you did here with the words, Gautami. It reminds me of the shipment of old vinyls we just received from the states.

    Pamela

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  15. Kim Nelson27 January 2013 at 15:32

    This is a brilliant line:
    holding on to the last straw was never her agenda

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  16. Veronica Roth27 January 2013 at 19:04

    Nicely done Guatami. Makes me feel nostalgic for my records. Loving your last italics. Bravo for it indeed.

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  17. Robyn Greenhouse28 January 2013 at 04:40

    so many great lines in your poem - really enjoyed your poem!

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  18. JJ Roa Rodriguez28 January 2013 at 05:07

    wow! simply wow!

    JJRod'z

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  19. Hannah28 January 2013 at 10:46

    I love how you bring in the imagery of the circle vinyl and the circling of inner thought!! Nicely done!

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  20. Mary28 January 2013 at 14:04

    I still have some 'vinyl' but never play any of them.

    Like Stan, I prefer CD's.

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  21. Bo28 January 2013 at 17:40

    This is really touching!

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  22. Susie Clevenger28 January 2013 at 20:58

    The beauty of vinyl records..those scratchy tunes hold so many memories..."vinyl is plastic, undead to environment" I could so tike that one line and run with it. That is the beauty of great poetry!

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  23. Kendall Thorman29 January 2013 at 06:29

    Love your poem and the memories it evoked in me.

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  24. Herotomost29 January 2013 at 06:42

    I miss the smell of buying a new record. I too like the last straw line and the havoc type feeling that this writing produces. There are things in life that ground us...weird sometimes what those things are. Great writing.

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  25. keiths ramblings29 January 2013 at 07:18

    Bravo indeed! A delight to read.

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  26. Margaret29 January 2013 at 19:23

    So easy to get lost in the melody of an old tune...

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  27. Brian Miller30 January 2013 at 19:56

    nice...i found your last stanza in italics particularly evocative and thought provoking...

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  28. Tumblewords:30 January 2013 at 21:37

    Oh, yes, bravo indeed!

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  29. RMP31 January 2013 at 09:26

    I love the way the vinyl records play through this. it can be quite easy to skirt the edges, whether you do so consciously or not.

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  30. dragyonfly31 January 2013 at 10:33

    So many references to roundness...the vinyls, the curved chime the center and skirting the edge...
    love that about this...and also it returns me to my youth, days of vinyls and turntables and skipping records and dancing so hard you fall to the floor in a heap and laughing

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  31. odyzz1 February 2013 at 05:01

    Nostalgic and thought provoking ..liked the way you penned it down..

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  32. Jack1 February 2013 at 05:46

    Gautami,

    One does need to move on from past otherwise it hurts.

    Take care

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  33. Bone1 February 2013 at 09:03

    a mirror reflects the vast step she has taken

    This all hit close to home with me. I get lost in songs sometimes.

    And still, I felt sad for her.

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  34. Judy Roney2 February 2013 at 18:57

    I'm glad she doesn't subscribe to the sadness in life. I want always to be this way.

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