Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Bolero

I'm a needle dropped
in the groove of a song.

Spinning vinyl circles
to swelling strings.

Spinning cracked, black circles
of an old man's dreams.

The crescendo

screams

skip

screams

skip

screams

skip

screams.




For Open Link Night at dVerse

18 comments:

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ad infinitum. Great metaphor.

Claudia said...

dang...first i thought not a bad place to be you know..but as it develops...

Fireblossom said...

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.

Kathryn said...

I love the use of screams skips at the end.

Sioux said...

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.

Björn said...

I love Bolero and have heard it live several times...

great poem

a-z of love

Dawn Paoletta said...

Nice! Listening now...

Pealogic said...

Oh for the old days. Don't forget the crackle.

steph said...

black circles of an old man's dreams... chilling.. well written.. just enough of that emotion.. the rest is up to us.

ayala said...

Creative piece!

Susan said...

OH!
golden oldies with spin and crack and stuck right there
always
madness
WOW!

Kenia Cris said...

I don't know much about boleros but this poem is a diamond. <3

emmett wheatfall said...

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.

Ginny Brannan said...

You have quite captured the rhythm of this composition with your words. Screams--indeed, exactly what the sound feels like. Well done.

grapeling said...

goes on, and the beat goes on, goes on, and the beat goes on ~

Colin Morgan said...

Yes, this works. Nicely done. Leaves the reader in a strange place...

Veralynne Malone said...

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

Lorraine Renaud said...

leave no stones unturned, that's you