templated words
archives series - 12/23/2020 - 9:52pm
round and round
seated on the gramophone
thin lines under the needle
a slim vision into endless symphony
on worn vinyl and oak tree
pleased to play true melodies
on timeless templated trails
simple phrases on my noonday tongue
over and over till it runs out of muse
and through the ears of another
falls short of a siren's song
a cage of vivid desire not so easily shaken
everything i have yet to say
has given its life to frail frames
deconstruct my appendicular strains
and build an illusion of what you want me to be
raise my needle
and i'll pour out what you choose
About the Creator
venice
i still write, you still inspire
based in toronto
*keep an eye out for poet's notes: the story behind the poem*
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Comments (6)
Excellent. I really like this a lot. It is uplifting. Great work.
I felt it
As a music lover myself, I relate to this poem. Beautifully done! Please read one of my most recent poems in return! https://vocal.media/poets/boyfriend-ojerqg0xgu
My noonday tongue — love that line…
Compelling metaphor and strong use of language.
I must admit I was initially drawn to your image and zoomed in to see all those good records, then I was captured by your words and whisked away to where they took me.