photo credit: National Media Museum #
There are spirits hiding in every album. No, really. Go look. #
Bud the Teacher
Inquiry & Reflection for Better Learning
photo credit: National Media Museum #
There are spirits hiding in every album. No, really. Go look. #
(Somehow, your reference to an album had me remembering the long hours as a teen in my room, listening to Led Zep.)
I’d have to go searching the dusty attic for that album
of music
in vinyl
that I used to hold in my hands for hours as I dropped
the needle
on the turntable
and absorbed the amplifier of Jimmy Page, ringing out,
with urgency
against the voice
of Robert Plant, screeching out stories of walking side by side
with death
in Mordor
as my parents played their Doobie Brothers downstairs
or Charlie Parker
or Steely Dan
even as I descended into the darkness of music above
before returning
for quick snack.
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having a hard time writing a poem and not a short story!
A superstitious love we had, tragic hearts & haunting trysts
I called to you, beyond the grave
You answered like a shadow and came to me veiled in death.
Oh! The ache and longing you left behind
I join you now and become your ghostly beloved.
“tragic hearts & haunting trysts”
Nice
Kevin
I ne’er saw you much
before you left.
And still, not never after.
I sought you out
among the few;
I even asked the pastor
If there’re a chance
you could come back,
would it not be
disaster?
He told me no
I wandered off,
another horse to pasture.
I like the ending here, Bud. A nice phrase.
Bud, why aren’t you writing more poetry here this month? That was delightful!
I like the “ne’er”…I wanted to add more “poetic” words of old, but need more experience/exposure…but which is why I did add my, “Oh!”
Sally said;
“Leave her now,
she’s dead.”
but not to me.