The gig's over

Memories can be dissonant to the heart

Only 

twanging 

memories

via 

broken chords

and 

missing strings

remain 

the action 

got

too high ~

drew only 

blood

a ghostly refrain

repeats 

again

and 

again

and

again

Author's Note

Capchta - fading !!

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Oh those twanging memories do tend to repeat again and again. I like the way you have written this poem- single words on a line have a great impact. Let's hope that the 'ghostly refrain' begins to fade (as the capchta says!) and the broken chords and missing strings can regenerate.

[Tony Jordan]

I was going to concretise this into a guitar body shape but got lazy lol. Glad you caught the captcha. It's funny how 'in tune' that can be at times.
Thank you again my friend :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

You are welcome.

[Pete]

creative and concise. the repetition in the last stanza is quite effective. can be tough to play those 'frets' ...

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you Pete. I'm in the market now for a ukulele - much less fretting and less strings attached - lmao
Cheers for dropping by my friend :))

[Pete]

Lol. i could bring my bongos. straight jackets optional ...

[Tony Jordan]

Love that - two fat ladies 88, two little ducks 22, all on it's own number 1...
;)

[golden]

It read like a guitar is played. I like your style!

[Tony Jordan]

If it's the way I play...let me apologise golden lol
thank you

[golden]

Haha! I'm not very good at playing either >_< Oh well!

[Tony Jordan]

Oh I dont mean that!
I'm brilliant at the guitar. I just don't know which way to hold the bow.

[Uranus]

Again and again and again - now I'm getting high.

[Tony Jordan]

Those words - again and again and again - I tried to capture the end of a record. In the age of vinyl, on many records the needle/stylus arm didnt move off the record but rather entered a continuous track designed to prevent records being scratched and to stop the needle being damaged when the stylus came to the end of the music.
Thank you Uranus.

[Samuel Dickens]

Now, this is inventive, using guitar analogies the way you have. Very clever, my friend.

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you Samuel. I appreciate your review dear poet. :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I can hear the broken chord/memory twanging...sad dissonance....feedback distortion echoes tears to infinity...Love this! Kudos!

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you very much Annette and canine companion.
:)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome- from both of us!:))

[Tony Jordan]

Ahh - the pup didn't want to divulge it's name for fear of identity theft eh? Wants anonymity eh? lol

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Shhh- It's Pebbles...Arf! She blew her cover now!:) P.S. She's a rescue- terrier mixed with cattle dog. Best dog EVER!:)

[Tony Jordan]

Awww....she looks delightful.

(now just her social security number to get)

[Beccy]

reprise, or reprieve; either way 'tis hard to get it right.

[Tony Jordan]

Aww Beccy - so good to see you.
Yes - overwind the strings and *SNAP!!* - underwind them and the music sounds awful.
Thank you dear friend.
(hugs)

[Vasilees Sybissyl]

Such simple words, such strong emotions! This is an amazing piece of poetry. Keep it up!

Love,
Vasilees

[Tony Jordan]

Simple is as simple does Vasilees ;)
Go raibh maith agat mo chara.

[Ana B.]

eh, the metaphorical exiled guitar... lovey done my friend, love the ending....reminds me of the times when a song i hate gets stuck in my head and i hum it :D

[Tony Jordan]

I think you have been intercepting my brainwaves Ana. My actual guitar IS in exile (to my friends) since my next door neighbours became new parents I dont get the chance to play at home (the old walls are very thin lol)
I hate those songs too - the local DJ has made mention of such ditties - calling them 'ear-worms' lol.
I appreciate your words my friend.

[Ana B.]

hahaha, nailed it eh :D
''ear-worms'' is a very fitting title.
Always a pleasure to stop by my friend :)

[barleygirl]

I was drawn in by your well-crafted title & the poem didn't disappoint! Love the ongoing metaphor of broken musical ideas, well-stated. The final stanza works well to be like the nagging memories.

[Tony Jordan]

thank you BG
I appreciate your review
(hugs)

[Dr. YumnaKay]

True. Memories can be that and more, perhaps too much to bear and sometimes just going way overboard... I guess the ghostly refrains repeating themselves depends on how much you really want to hear them...
Interesting captcha btw lol my captchas are always gibberish haha :P

[Tony Jordan]

I agree with the requirement of wanting to hear or not Yumna. It made me think - if 1% of our being wants to hear then will 1% of the echo be enough to distract the 99% that is positively engaged in not hearing them...

Yeah captcha gives me cr*p 9 times out of 10 so I only report the good ones lol. Selective hearing (1%) and selective reading at work!!

thank you for reviewing this one my friend.
:D

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I could never do the maths but yeah that about sums it ;)
I don't even really pay attention to the captcha 'cause it's always unrelated to the emopoems I post hahah ;P

You're welcome, TJ. I do review only selective ones of yours which I can understand lol :P ;)

[Tony Jordan]

Always good to see angry young adorable friends on my poems.
:))

[Dr. YumnaKay]

lmaoo haha how adorable ;P :P

[Tony Jordan]

grrrrr :/
lol
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