I am the broken record
Bleeding black vinyl across the dusty wood floors,
Leaving a sticky imprint of plastic and glue
Behind as though someone will read the clues
And piece together the story of my melodic demise.
.
Light streams through the window,
Decorates me in the yellow petals of sunrise.
All I want is to bury my head in the lilacs,
Drink up the golden glow of spring,
And settle here on the floor, gathering dreams with dust.
.
Could I dip my hands in the river of thunderstorms,
Steal some lightning and rain?
Can I dream of humming a pretty song
Until the bones disintegrate?
Or am I stuck here, a melted record of black on the floor?
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Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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Taking that idea of a broken record shattered and melted is so striking. I don't want you to remain a mess on the floor.
I really don't have any other word that is most apt for this other than exquisite - from the title to every well-formed and impactful line - just sublime. Loved it and Glad DK gave it a shout out on Raise Your Voice! Well done on this piece!
Evocative writing! I LOVE this!
Stunning, Silver! The visual and tactile imagery in the first stanza was an impressive anchor, such a wistful second stanza, and such earnestness in the last
"river of thunderstorms" - beautiful lines