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I AM A BOOK
i am this book now
dusty, the cover worn,
the binding cracked,
the pages yellowed, loose,
and brittle
and certain phrases
heard or uttered in moments
of anger, fear, or despair underlined
and key moments, bright and dark,
highlighted on dogeared pages
with notes in the margins
made, it seems, by someone i once was
i am this ancient vinyl disc,
a relic from a day made brighter in retrospect,
smudged and scratched from careless use
and though i hear the music clear
through the clicks and crackles
some can't bear the sound
and the needle skips during the best songs
or sticks
and i just wish it was all brand new
and we could do it again
only better this time
dusty, the cover worn,
the binding cracked,
the pages yellowed, loose,
and brittle
and certain phrases
heard or uttered in moments
of anger, fear, or despair underlined
and key moments, bright and dark,
highlighted on dogeared pages
with notes in the margins
made, it seems, by someone i once was
i am this ancient vinyl disc,
a relic from a day made brighter in retrospect,
smudged and scratched from careless use
and though i hear the music clear
through the clicks and crackles
some can't bear the sound
and the needle skips during the best songs
or sticks
and i just wish it was all brand new
and we could do it again
only better this time
Published 20th Dec 2023
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20th Dec 2023 3:28pm
The melancholy of growing older.
“notes in the margins…made by someone i once was”
Very familiar feeling I get when reading old journals or poems wondering ‘who wrote this?’
🙏
“notes in the margins…made by someone i once was”
Very familiar feeling I get when reading old journals or poems wondering ‘who wrote this?’
🙏
20th Dec 2023 7:21pm
Thanks much for reading and commenting.
Yes, much nostalgia, a few regrets, still a mystery.
Yes, much nostalgia, a few regrets, still a mystery.
21st Dec 2023 2:42am
The vehicles you used to deliver the metaphors were really cool.
An old book. Worn skin, faded words, past editions no longer relevant.
An old record: Outdated and scratched, cracking and no longer able to do the best parts.
Pulled together with that wistful yearning to put on Cher and dance in assless chaps. Just me? Right.
To turn back time.
This was a great reflection
An old book. Worn skin, faded words, past editions no longer relevant.
An old record: Outdated and scratched, cracking and no longer able to do the best parts.
Pulled together with that wistful yearning to put on Cher and dance in assless chaps. Just me? Right.
To turn back time.
This was a great reflection
21st Dec 2023 11:57am
Thank you so much, Betty.
I had a shelf collapse, so until i replaced it i was surrounded by stacks of old books and records. It made for a sentimental journey. But I think we're all, from one perspective or another, sometimes nostalgic for the days of assless chaps.
I had a shelf collapse, so until i replaced it i was surrounded by stacks of old books and records. It made for a sentimental journey. But I think we're all, from one perspective or another, sometimes nostalgic for the days of assless chaps.
