All of us have songs, music, that bring out a wide range of emotions in us. I think that if I had a song for the first time I had sex it would be called....." 30 seconds,stained jeans and bitter disappointment " Superbly written Jacob, but for you, normal.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
yes, i hear you---and with apologies to her...saying..."sorry it wasn't better for you!"
read moreyes, i hear you---and with apologies to her...saying..."sorry it wasn't better for you!"
and she smiles and says it was great---the good white lie...
Music is a powerful catalyst for memories. Then again, sometimes we played it off key from the start only to realize later that we had been tone deaf and never knew it.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
such a clever, insightful reply...better than the poem
thank you, Anne...
read moresuch a clever, insightful reply...better than the poem
the one hit wonder ...how sad ... you must write three happy poems in a row now Sir jacob! ... really appreciate the vinyl time setting ...man! .. scratching the tune cross cuts a line through the heart :((( finger nails on chalk boards and glass yeeeeeow! i feel so bad for your speaker ..very effective poem for me.
E.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
okay will work on that E. three of them?
tall order. thank you for the smile.
.. read moreokay will work on that E. three of them?
tall order. thank you for the smile.
When the music starts playing and we can remember every taste, touch, sound....well, that is magical...or haunting as the case may be. Regrets, they come back even when we push them away many times. This was a wonderful first poem for me to read after returning from vacation, Jacob. Great work. Lydi**
Thoughtful lines studded with a feeling of past, a going back to memories and former emotions mingled with present sentiments. The tune of your poem really drew me in, I feel deeply content when reading this. It's great.
Liked this a lot. This provoked images for me of James Dean, of a scene from a thriller ( black and white) from the fifties, this is full of smoke, of vinyl, of radio, of dollars...fine, evocative poetry.
Often a song triggers so much
you remember that one person
that soothes your soul like no one ever could
and you wonder why you let go ....... you end up feeling regret
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
that is very true, Curiosity...
love your words,
thank you, read morethat is very true, Curiosity...
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..