only this piece of wax
on only this sound system
behind your granny's desk
in slow motion, half speed
picking bones from our suppers
smoking the formal dining
the night before the day we
cover it all with curtains
wintered tree lights survive
dreaming of the sun's return
love comes home with records
a paper bag and happiness
2011
Love the last stanza so much because I know that your love just bought a whole whack of discs and a turn table to boot. Lovely imagery and simple cadence.
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Love it. Keep it rocking.
Thanks Char! Today a new stack from across the mountains, and fresh fish from the coast : )
ReplyDeletebeautifully light hearted spirit - a wonderful beginning
ReplyDeleteThank you Georg! = )
ReplyDeleteahh, this sounds like good times. I quite like this line
ReplyDelete"the night before the day we
cover it all with curtains"
it makes me feel curious
Am glad to see you in this land of blogging. Will be watching this space :)
the curtains in this poem are a bit of a mystery to me too, although today I noticed I was very present this morning while opening the blinds to let the light in... and then upon closing them later. I like hearing your responses, and thanks for the read : )
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