On a phonograph forgotten memories play
Lost sentiments that did not last
Tunes of thought that have been put away
Music reaching out of the past
Drumbeats of passion cast
Cymbals echo fear
Strings of love, played out so fast
Sax of regret time so far now so near
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Nothing like the scratchy, staticky sound of needle on vinyl! The vibrations of the turntable revolution soothed the cheek on the wooden floor! 🙏🏻🕊️
Miss those days. Nostalgia on a Sunday morn. Thanks for the read Cryptic and the comment.
Oh I miss them too! I’m saving up to purchase a turntable and starting up a “new” second hand vinyl collection 🙏🏻🕊️
Records are so like photographs, they instantly remind you of places, feelings and people of the past. Enjoyed the read
Thank you so much. Have a wonderful day
You are very welcome and Thank you
How true, music can bring so much in emotional memories good and bad, music for me is certainly the key to remembering. 🌹 You have such a warm poetic heart dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thank you so much Teddy for the read and understanding comments they are much appreciated
Soren,
Your piece beautifully captures the bittersweet nature of nostalgia, using music as a metaphor for memories resurfacing. The imagery of a phonograph playing forgotten tunes is evocative & sets a melancholic yet elegant tone.
You create a rhymthic feel by offering different musical elements to create a vivid visual & emotion.
I am this morning playing some early Pet Shop Boys on vinyl so this was a welcome piece to read whilst hearing that vinyl static scatch, as arqios mentioned, in the background.
This is a well-crafted, evocative poem with a strong nostalgic theme.
Off to turn up that amp!
regards
Ma5on
Thanks so much Tristan for your read and understanding interpretation. Your words always appreciated
For as long as I live n breathe, I shall regret getting shot of all my vinyl .. I'm now only about half way through replacing them but of course loads are no longer avinynable .. N
Had accumulated hundreds of them now they rest under dust having gotten rid of my speakers and Amp as well as turn table. Thought to get another but with no one but I to enjoy them only to complain of the noise, no point. Thanks so much Neville for the read and comment it is appreciated
Soren, your poem revolves around nostalgia and the emotional resonance of memories evoked through music. You seem to reflect on forgotten memories and sentiments that resurface through the sounds of a phonograph, illustrating how music can trigger powerful recollections of love, passion, and regret.
Thank you again for the read and comment that is right on but more the music of life acts the same.
I saw some record players for sale - making a comeback? Though I got a strange look from someone, when I asked: 'Do you still sell videos?'
Thanks so much Orchi for the read and comment always appreciated
I've definitely played this record before and my copy seems to be broken. The ending on repeat where I'd rather it not be. Love this metaphor. Gets a fave! Brilliantly done. 🌹👏
Thanks so much Tristan for the read and comment yes I think we all have a copy of this record.
Your poem spins memories for its reader. Vinyl plastic at its best. I still have hordes of them stashed in a closet. I play them rarely. I still have a phonograph so no excuses, except the ease of listening to the downloads, but what memories they do reflash. Loved it- Phil A.
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated. I too have a horde of them but no player anymore.
Music, how that can transport your thoughts to times gone. Bring back memories. We still have our vinyl. Rescued from the loft a couple of years ago and now played. We have also added to our collection. Lovely.
Thank you Cassie for the read and comment. I remember going to one of my grandfathers and in the attic he had an old wind up phonograph with one sided records, wish I had it now.
Yes the old music and voices were magical. Reminded me to get out the old records and go back in time.Wonderful poem
Thank you so much David for the read and comment they are as always appreciated
Old music sounds different to us now-your words sounded of timeless music
Thank you so much Parisab for your understanding and most kind comment it is deeply appreciated
So true soren, music can bring such wonderful memories to us.
Andy
Than you so much Andy appreciate the read and comment
Wow. You bring the music to life. I miss records. Excellent.
Thanks so much Thomas for me music is memories
Well done.
Thank you very much
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