Scratchy Vinyl Tired

Painting by Carol McGraw

I'm so tired...

peace of mind is in the drink

sinister seeping through the walls

wanted to write you a love poem

darkness clouded my pen

moon's eclipse lodged

into my heart's written ink

poured out blood stained pages

music struck a chord in my chest

harmony took a dive

   notes spin out to the abyss

      45 skipped a random beat

           left with scratchy vinyl

fixed myself a toast to insane

going round in circles

like an old record player &

not a dance melody in cue'd tune

~and the rusty stylus played on

Author's Note

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Music, life, emotions,they all goes around and around until nothing makes sense any more, noise rattles, echoes hurt. Frieda, you inevitably find a way of saying 'things' differently. They all get so messy at times, thoughts hurt, sounds are like darts, And, thereby your vinyl and stylus and all near rebel, near kick spirit to kingdom come. Such a sad bewilderment of words here, dear friend .. so hope you reach that 'peace of mind' very soon, love..

[Frieda P]

I love your review sweet Petulia, 'differently' perhaps, but 'wosits' as you say, we all have something that kicks our spirits from time to time, thanks muchly for your luverly words my sweet friend. xo

[emmajoy]

Anything to help.

[Frieda P]

Just keep on keeping on being you petulia, that's always a big smile....x

[emmajoy]

sorry to say, cant be anything else tho know there are a few who'd want otherwise!!! later,
love

[Frieda P]

Haha oh stop Auntie

[Frieda P]

Where did the 'Agnony' part of this go?!

[emmajoy]

Straight between my shoulder blades probably!!!

[Frieda P]

Hahahaha!!! Probably petuilia!

[William J. Marsh]

You certainly have my number. I am a true adventurer in life. Not a thrill seeker, rather a seeker of awe. You take me places like that with your words.

[icelandicblue]

Oh I hear this one. The vinyl wears and warps and though it keeps playing it's scratched and skips and it seems there is noting that will ever revert it to its once pristine condition. Yet we just can't stop it from spinning no matter what we do:

notes spin out to the abyss
45 skipped a random beat
left with scratchy vinyl

And it feels like it is an eternity because it is.

[Frieda P]

Yep it certainly is, those skips keep on coming, thanks Anne...

[Pryde Foltz]

The words seemed to have been poured upon the page like the flow of what I hope is some good booze. Geez Frieda, I could all but slow dance to this one. It's a timeless one.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your kind review Pryde...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

don't get me started with this one..so many great allusions to hit tunes...

"and the band played on" (temptations..)

"I'm so tired i haven't slept a wink, i'm so tired my mind is on the blink"...nice play on that in your poem...

"i got the music in me" and you do Frieda.

"will it go round in circles, will fly high like a bird up in the sky?"

i loved those old 45's and i still have about 600 albums...vinyl got scratchy and wore out...but the depth of sound..

just like people who wear out, from relationships that get scratchy...

my stylus has had to be replaced several times...just like my heart.

[Frieda P]

Wow jacob, thanks so much, speaking of music, I'm dancing in your review...I like that -- the stylus as the heart, so true, so true....

[Lydia Shutter]

When a thought continues to swirl round the brain and refuses to leave sleep seems impossible. What if? When? And then? Questions we all seem to ask ourselves when the moonlight does not shed light on life. You created the scene so well. The emotions are palpable! What a great Beatle song you chose to accompany your words, Frieda! Oh, and the fact you have the metaphor of a 45 RPM record in this one makes me believe our earlier conversation! :) A great write. Lydi**

[Frieda P]

I know I'm not alone in this, seems all poets have these attacks, especially when they should be sleeping, hmmm the 45 could be a record! ;-) Thanks Lydi!

[kublakhan27]

OMG...it's like you dug into my soul and pulled this one out my dear...everything from the music to the images, and of course, the poem most of all...

"Everybody seems to think I'm lazy...I don't mind, I think they're crazy!"

No more words...speechless ;) xo

[Frieda P]

If only I was only sleeping...ha, thanks Benji, same wavelength again....poor you. ;-) x

[kublakhan27]

Haha or poor YOU? ;) xo

[Frieda P]

Let's agree to settle on poor US, hahah ;-) x

[kublakhan27]

Hahaha that's a logical plan, as logical as we get anyway ;) x

[Frieda P]

Don't expect me to make sense, I'm still so tired. ;-) x

[kublakhan27]

That makes two of us...I could close my eyes and nod off right now effortlessly,but my muse keeps waking me up ;) x

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I feel you Friedalious!... sometimes it's like a broken record...the mundane will certainly wear you out...

Coffee helps....heck, how about some vodka??!! :D

Either way, keep your ink flowing...(((hugs)))~xoxo~

[Frieda P]

Belvedere didn't help either! ;-) Thanks ho...I nthink we get soooo tired. xox

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Did you just call me a ho?? bwahahahaha!
try Grey goose...it may kick your arse! ;)

[Justaguy]

Jack said the same things I was thinking, but it does bear repeating. The likeness is the same. very deep Ms Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Ron, I guess I should thank Jack again too...!

[Justaguy]

You are most welcome. I didn't see a need to bore you saying something I could not improve upon.

[Jack...]

Sometimes life can feel exactly like that, a broken record, repeating, repeating, repeating itself to where we almost forget about the music that had played. Often all it takes is a good swift kick to find the beautiful melody that waits on the other side of the scratch. I can tell you this, if my broken record is your poetry and it just keeps repeating, repeating, repeating in my head, then there would be no reason for me to listen to anything else.

Perhaps you should put a lullaby on that old Silvertone stereo and let it lull you to a beautiful rest.

So much style lives within your words my sweet friend.

[Frieda P]

You're too good to me Jack, your luverly reviews always bring a smile to my heart, thanks always for being a dear friend...