the cassette tape

the cassette tape

A Poem by PianoandPage

you drive on the highways

tears lodged in the back of your throat

a niche of necessity.

 

the soundtrack of

grainy piano and violin

pull you back into

my arms

even as you push

yourself forward

for a paycheck.

 

i slump on the couch

and merge with miss-you's

till my breath

becomes a stopwatch

ticking backwards.

 

i go to the piano

and play your song

wondering if it's an echo

to your travels

and smile

knowing that it is.

© 2008 PianoandPage


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This is love, articulated.
Each stanza is perfect, as well as moving.
Great job using the line breaks - I would have had to mess it up with punctuation if this had been mine, too anxious that the pauses wouldn't work...but you make them work for you. Very cool.
Lovely poem. 'tis. & you make it seem so casual too.

Thanks for sharing this with me, and for reminding us about the power of music.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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Perfection travelling through the spaces of time and memory. . . C. Boylan is right in that the pauses work beautifully for you

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is love, articulated.
Each stanza is perfect, as well as moving.
Great job using the line breaks - I would have had to mess it up with punctuation if this had been mine, too anxious that the pauses wouldn't work...but you make them work for you. Very cool.
Lovely poem. 'tis. & you make it seem so casual too.

Thanks for sharing this with me, and for reminding us about the power of music.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

How did you know?!? I listened to it again and again all the way there! lol.

What a beautiful poem. Exactly what I needed. Thank you so much, my sweet!

xoxo

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

It's pretty, in an indie film sort of way. Grainy and not quite pure but melancholy and pretty all the same. It's like the Helena Bohnomein Carter of poems, catch my drift?

"i slump on the couch
and merge with miss-you's
till my breath
becomes a stopwatch
ticking backwards"

I found this particuraly moving. You created a moment in time with this piece. A snapshot from a movie perhaps.


Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

It's pretty, in an indie film sort of way. Grainy and not quite pure but melancholy and pretty all the same. It's like the Helena Bohnomein Carter of poems, catch my drift?

"i slump on the couch
and merge with miss-you's
till my breath
becomes a stopwatch
ticking backwards"

I found this particuraly moving. You created a moment in time with this piece. A snapshot from a movie perhaps.


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A lovely write. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

it;s pretty :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Melancholy. Good write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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PianoandPage
PianoandPage

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My name is Amy and I am a 35 year old creative poet, writer, pianist, and lover of life and nature. I tend to write about my passions both good and bad. I love to challenge myself and improve my style.. more..

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