Spinning

The poetry is gone 

inside her head.
Words,gone wayside,
bounced and fled,
landed in dreams
he turned to red.
Righted and wronged,
plucked from her palm,
the music is spinning
off an old broken song.

 





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2012-08-22 at 13:49

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Melanie...this one's a beauty...thanks...xxx Stan
2012-12-10


melanie sue
And you are exactly right, Countryfog.
Thank you, Editorial team. :)
2012-08-22


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2012-08-22


countryfog
Fortunately not gone from yours. I love the last image - "music spinning off an old broken song" . . . an image perhaps not intended as it came to me, that fewer and fewer of us remember now, lowering the needle onto an LP, a stack of 45s playing and dropping one by one.
2012-08-22