Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The needle

the needle 
skips across tracks
on a warped LP 
.....songs in my life
.....I cannot replay

Ribbons, Autumn 2012


A friend gave me three or four wonderful LPs many years ago. For some reason, I left them in my car, which was parked at the top, i.e., open-air level, of a parking garage. Brilliant, I know. (Vinyl melts.)

LPs? I must be old. Today's my birthday.

6 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday! There may be songs you can't replay, but your poems are still playing beautifully!

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  2. thanks, jenny. b-days get quieter and quieter, it seems, and poems harder and harder to write - but the little moments become more special.

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  3. Happy birthday, Janet! A day or two late . . . but hope you're still celebrating!

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  4. Happy Birthday. We all have those songs that can only be replayed in memory.

    Adelaide

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  5. Thanks, Adelaide. Yes! Some of those memories we want to replay (at least in memory) and others we'd prefer not to.

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  6. Thank you, Maggie! Didn't celebrate my b-day a whole lot (though got to visit my sister and family up north); it tends to get caught up in early Christmas celebrations. But I made it through another year! And we did have a nice weekend: a small (unrelated) dinner party and overnight stay with out-of-town friends.

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