broken words
September 18, 2014 at 2:00 pm 3 comments
~
they are memories
stacked upon a shelf
warped grooves upon vinyl circles ~ ~ ~
broken records.
~
still existing
after years of wear and tear
resulting in relentless repetition
endless skipping…
never changing…
~ ~ ~
broken songs
~
~ not really ~
~
broken thoughts
which
cannot be tossed
~
~
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Entry filed under: blogging, feelings, human nature, life, memories, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, reflections, Relationships, self expression, thoughts, words, writing. Tags: darkness, depression, emptiness, fears, frustration, loneliness, loss, love, passage of time, Poetry, voices.
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Paul Handover | September 18, 2014 at 3:01 pm
Just read your poem out to Jeannie. Jean said, “It’s a bit dark but lovely.” As I feel. You do craft the most exquisite words.
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InfiniteZip | September 18, 2014 at 3:38 pm
I loved this, speaks volumes:)
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hitandrun1964 | September 18, 2014 at 4:49 pm
Sigh. Heavy sigh.