VINYL FRONTIER

Like the rings of saturn

where no man has gone before

the music of the spheres

presses by gravity on vinyl space

 

and while jupiter aligns with mars

we sit with fingers arched and

The static finger writes

antennae of the big spaces and vibrations

 

and a new child is reborn

as the big planets go round

and follow the sound.

A celestial majesty remains

 

of virgin vinyl sleeves

and the saturnine black discs

dock on darkling shelves

homeward bound.

◄ THE STORM

JESUS WEPT ►

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David Cooke

Thu 22nd Sep 2016 06:37

Dear Ray thanks for your encouraging comment on Schooldays.

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raypool

Tue 20th Sep 2016 17:42

Thanks Stu. How many of us ditched our vinyl I wonder?

Ray

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Stu Buck

Tue 20th Sep 2016 12:09

a lovely ode to the best way to listen to music bar none.

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