Sunday, June 3, 2012

Blue Moon Saw Me Standing...







playing our 
song 




a breeze played
telephone wires, 
every conversation 
cooled and traveling
unknown paths.


nightfall 
was expected 
but not all together
welcome, for 
a daylong 
symphony of thought
gathered, and we,
too, 


gathered ourselves 
for soul music in 
sunlight and fire, 


Blue Moon and 
a skipping stylus 
holding us mid-air
against our 
will. 






Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 
Photo © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 

7 comments:

  1. I like the breeze playing telephone wires...lovely dreamy mooniness...

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  2. Your wordplay here is unusually light and breezy. What triggered it? :)

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    1. Not sure, Nyl. I think "Blue Moon" was playing on the radio or something..... I posted on FB that I had NO idea where this came from, and that it was probably meaningless! Ha!

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    2. Might be the song.. but idk.. I'm sensing something else here. Maybe I've been reading you for too long. haha

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    3. There's nothing quite like listening to a favorite record, and having a scratch make the needle skip over and over again. but then, you have probably NEVER had to experience that, what with iPods, iHomes, and iWads....! ha ha ha! Ah, vinyl!

      But that last stanza does seem to hint at something a bit more disconcerting.

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    4. Well that explains that then..

      Kids these days won't understand how thrilling it was to play a song repetitively. How you'd play it, rewind it and try to catch the start of the same osng.

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