Bittersweet read, full of old fond memories and sold out at the end. I had one of these, doesn't every little girl, I don't know what happened to it. This is whimsical and yet full of punching reality.
My mum had one of those, it played Rachmaninov, I can hear the tune now, lovely write
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you. My mother did also. I used to love it when she opened it up. :)
11 Years Ago
White music box with silver chrome inlay and red velvet inside with a mirror on the back of the lid,.. read moreWhite music box with silver chrome inlay and red velvet inside with a mirror on the back of the lid, it was wind up and always slowed down as it went on, I remember watching Mum getting ready to go out with it playing.
Memories are only enhanced with music and serenading moon and stars for they bring out the aching moments of love and the longing of more dreams. Then it is only natural to dance in joy and leave the problems behind.
A lovely write and enchanting...:)
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
What lovely wording here. Thank you for sharing them. :)
What a wonderful poem this is... memories, dreams, all blending together, spinning in music... A distant music now, just echoes really, but heard across time... I love this, Well done Rogue, and thanks for sharing!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you, JP. :)
Thoughts drifting through my head at the time.. And a love of music boxes.
A used up person analogy ! ???? Very thought provoking. Nice job !
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you very much. :)
A bit of sadness and a touch of whimsy.. The stuff dreams are made of... read moreThank you very much. :)
A bit of sadness and a touch of whimsy.. The stuff dreams are made of. :)
What can I say? I enjoy writing.
Although I dabble in several different genres, I eventually end up back in the realm of Horror. Both pointing out the every day disguised "Monsters" among us and cre.. more..