Ad infinitum. Great metaphor.
dang...first i thought not a bad place to be you know..but as it develops...
I love the inventive way you arranged the latter part of the poem, and it fits Ravel's Bolero, too! I've always found its conclusion a little jarring.I like the chance you took with writing this way. It worked.
I love the use of screams skips at the end.
I have enjoyed listening to Ravel's Bolero (decades ago)but have never thought of writing a poem that fits its rhythm and flow.Well done, MZ, as always.
I love Bolero and have heard it live several times... great poema-z of love
Nice! Listening now...
Oh for the old days. Don't forget the crackle.
black circles of an old man's dreams... chilling.. well written.. just enough of that emotion.. the rest is up to us.
OH!golden oldies with spin and crack and stuck right therealwaysmadnessWOW!
I don't know much about boleros but this poem is a diamond. <3
Ah! You take me back to the days of the 33 and 45 record. Music was never better, especially when the rotation was on a phonograph in the basement rather than the DJ's turntable.
You have quite captured the rhythm of this composition with your words. Screams--indeed, exactly what the sound feels like. Well done.
goes on, and the beat goes on, goes on, and the beat goes on ~
Yes, this works. Nicely done. Leaves the reader in a strange place...
awesome...I can so relate to the vinyl....and to me...how the needle gets stuck and ...skip....skip....thanks!http://thesongsofmyheart1.blogspot.com/2014/01/new-horizons.html
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