Skipping Tracks

Prose poem about the love of music...

Track one was a bit twangy and purposefully underproduced
It spoke of desire to strip away the capitalist sheath and cleanse
It wasn’t a protest really, just an observation on the suffering of man
And the possibility of letting go of things we grip too tight

Track three was the one talked to my heart, it made me ache in the best way
When he described the girl with the bangles on her wrists and wet hair
I felt as though I knew her and had longed for her since I was old enough to lust
I was carnival glass by the end and felt I could shatter at her slightest touch

Track eight was crescent shaped and waxed and waned, the trumpets, wow, the trumpets
I danced and peeled potatoes, the puppins skittering around my feet in case I dropped a peel
We were breathless and smiling, dogs can smile, after all they feed on and spread happiness
I ruffled their fur and made kissing noises and they barked and ran in circles

My soul is lighter, bathed in music, my outlook shines with the rhythm of the bass
My favorites rarely disappoint and I hope that I don’t disappoint in my assessments
I am inviting you over for listen and a laugh, dancing may be required
But with those legs and that smile, the only thing I can think of is you, dancing

Author's Note

Play that funky music....

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

“Track eight was crescent shaped and waxed and waned, the trumpets, wow, the trumpets
I danced and peeled potatoes, the puppins skittering around my feet in case I dropped a peel
We were breathless and smiling, dogs can smile, after all they feed on and spread happiness”
Crowley I feel these amazing words aurally, rhythmically, heartfully, deeply…the perfect image of you and the “puppins”, dancing and smiling to the irresistible music, captured my soul. Your poem is a masterpiece of masterfully unpunctuated, annotated, musical celebration. Looking back at the soundtrack of a life. Dancing to the trumpets too here…you rock in the best way!

[Relic]

I grew up on music my entire life. I think we can all identify with lyrics to our favorite songs or at least, be intrigued by them. As for the beat, I've been doing that my whole life to. Without a drummer, the dancing would be a slight shake maybe. ha.

Good one, Crowley.

[Sami Khalil]

"Track three was the one talked to my heart, it made me ache in the best way
When he described the girl with the bangles on her wrists and wet hair"

[Sami Khalil]

"We were breathless and smiling, dogs can smile, after all they feed on and spread happiness"

[Sami Khalil]

I feel the musicality and upbeat-ness of this confessional poem. You are making your tracks skip from one memory to another as the machine at hand. Every track reminds you of something. Fabulous.

[Sami Khalil]

"My soul is lighter, bathed in music, my outlook shines with the rhythm of the bass
My favorites rarely disappoint and I hope that I don’t disappoint in my assessments"

[Crowley]

I had all fut forgotten about this one and now it has been reviewed twice in two days. Thank you my friend, music and books are the gateway to a bunch of stuff that without them I could barely understand. Couple the with traveling to other places and meeting so many types of wonderful people, you truly get excited about being alive.

[Sami Khalil]

I totally agree. Same likes here. You are welcome sir Crowly.

[William Michael Reeves]

I'll call this admission poetry. At the end you admit what it's really all about. There are those days when our favorites do disappoint. But those days are rare and beside the point. You write about anticipation and that is what rocks your joint! Right?

[Crowley]

Ahhhh...anticifpation the most frustrating and most delightful state I can think of. You may have hit the nail on the head, but I may not have known it when I was writing! I guess my turn is upon us, before the weekend is out, I will return foam of these gracious favors!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This one hit close to home for a old guitar player and lover of music. I really enjoyed the inspiring read. Treat those puppies to a slice of bacon for me. (smile)

[Ken Simm.]

This is one I really understand. Pictures and feelings to the music. Superbly written and very enjoyable.
Listening to soft rock as I write.

[Chris Shaw]

I love your stanza on track three, though track eight is more me. I dance in the kitchen still, while doing chores. Our home is music filled and always has been, as was my home with my parents. I used to skip jive with my Dad to trad jazz. You have brought me a wealth of memories with this write and I thank you for it:)

Chris