Replay

stylus settles on

the turntable of my life

black shiny vinyl

giddy with memories

starts automatic

in the groove is dad

dancing laughing

twisting turning

teaching me

to jive

trad jazz

belts out loud

never mind the neighbours

we're having fun

brass band bonanza

he shows me how it's done

as he spins mum

like a top across

varnished

parquet flooring

her full cotton skirt

flounces

vibrant citrus roses

energised

her eyes alive

with emerald smiles

perspiration

builds on his upper lip

till the music

slips away

to allow me

to change the record

here comes a new day

Reviews

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What a nice poem you shared here...the music, the dance and these things surrounding life!You portrayed a vibrant day filled with laughter and joy...very much enjoyed this.

I don't know how many days I will be here...perhaps the purpose of my returning has meted out....

[Chris Shaw]

I hope you stay Sima, but you must do what you have to do. Thank you for your continued and valued support of my efforts 🌹♥️

[Neville]

what utterly delightful memories poemed and shared .. made me hark back to Sunday evenings in the P household many moons ago .. a real foot tapper Chris :)

[Carola]

i particularly love those metaphors in the first stanza. i must learn to use them in my poetry, as I think it makes it sing.
cheerio carola

[Chris Shaw]

Carola, thank you for leaving such a lovely review. All the best.

Chris

[Patricia]

Awesome, music and dancing memories fill my head as well. So sorry if I repeat reviews but I forget where I left off and have a bit of fever. I’m also a bit far behind in my reading here.

[Chris Shaw]

Repeat reviews are more than welcome dear Patricia. In fact second visits are an honour. Lovely to see you abd watch that fever.

Chris

[Gee]

Wonderful memories Christine. Tinged with sadness after recent events.
Hope you are keeping well :)

[Chris Shaw]

All good Gee. Back home from Torquay after the funeral last Friday. Very sad but great to see all our large family, with nephews back from Germany and the States. We had a full weekend. This poem is a very happy memory for me. Hope you abd yours are all well.

Chris

[Gee]

All good here Christine, thank you

[JE Falcon]

Well worded, these memories of yesterday. And I loved the ending, kind of sad in a way, but necessary for time to pass.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Falcon for calling on this happy memory. A favourite one of my childhood.

Chris

[Mike Keenan]

Lovely musical metaphor, but no need for last stanza.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you fior your thoughts Mike and for so many recent visits. Suggestions always appreciated. I will pay you a call soon.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… my Mother was the Dancer if only in her Dreams. I can appreciate the Memories of family where Music brought the family together. My Father’s best friend Johnny could play Boogie Woogie on our Piano. If he knew the Tune he could play it by Ear. I believe Johnny gave me an attitude of making everything worthwhile. Your poem gives us assurance of the Spirit of Mankind… and like fine Wine will have a Bouquet of quiet moments when love and peace remain. gently, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, thank you for sharing memories of your own mum which I know are precious to you. This is a very happy memory of mine. Have a lovely Wednesday.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris.. the fifth verse of your Poem could be a Sonnet “with emerald eyes”… so beautifully expressed. gently, Pat

[KAREN]

Nicely penned! Full of warmth and happiness and family time!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your visit and lovely review. Pleased you stopped by.

Chris

[KAREN]

You're very welcome!

[Elyne Knight]

Really enjoyed this. What a beautiful memory, so full of life and warmth! I can almost hear the music. And I love how the ending is so up-beat - there is a sense of living fully in the present without letting the joy of the past slip away. I need to work on being less bitter about loss, so I really appreciate this perspective!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your visit Elyne. A childhood memory which is a favourite of mine. Our home was full of fun and laughter.

Chris