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| Charlotte Gainsbourg, AnOther |
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
35 comments:
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.
"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.
in the mist of songs in her mind.
it is a mist those old painful songs.
Powerful...'doesn't subscribe to sadness' is my fav line too
love this line:
holding on to the last straw was never her agenda
i like chimes are curved
not alone
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this one reads like a contemporary song if only you had a top end composer to be free with the words behind them, threaded through them like the smoke of some dream tamped down in the nearby hookah.
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Great post... though I prefer CD's...
Vinyl is plastic...undead...oh yeah...
excellent a lot of good lines and the thought is awesome.
powerful portrait. Didn;t even notice the wordls ords - they are so skillfully interwoven!
What nostalgia there is in piece. The sadness of times now lost.
A poem written by a brave heart. I love the "songs in her mind, chimes are curved, scattered and tattered" the best too.
unusual and unique....some of your beautiful lines are going round and round and....
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
This is a brilliant line:
holding on to the last straw was never her agenda
Nicely done Guatami. Makes me feel nostalgic for my records. Loving your last italics. Bravo for it indeed.
so many great lines in your poem - really enjoyed your poem!
wow! simply wow!
JJRod'z
I love how you bring in the imagery of the circle vinyl and the circling of inner thought!! Nicely done!
I still have some 'vinyl' but never play any of them.
Like Stan, I prefer CD's.
This is really touching!
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!
Love your poem and the memories it evoked in me.
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.
Bravo indeed! A delight to read.
So easy to get lost in the melody of an old tune...
nice...i found your last stanza in italics particularly evocative and thought provoking...
Oh, yes, bravo indeed!
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.
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
Nostalgic and thought provoking ..liked the way you penned it down..
Gautami,
One does need to move on from past otherwise it hurts.
Take care
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.
I'm glad she doesn't subscribe to the sadness in life. I want always to be this way.
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