I scraped some music off the walls
it slithered down in waterfalls
tasting sweet upon my tongue
fragmented songs as yet unsung
bursting out was heavy rock
that scattered all delicious dreams
my ears were caves where settling in
were Diana Ross and the Supremes.
Memories are made of this
such private moments of plasterwork
when the decorators come in
they'll cover up the masterwork.
Fabulous. Love it.
I put this poem on repeat read it again and again and again and....again
excellent rhythmic fare ray, full of passion for music, less so for decorating!
<Deleted User> (13762)
Thu 21st Sep 2017 08:38
nice one Ray - a musical poem from our resident busker of words. I throw my pennies in your hat mate. Go buy a beer and some nosh for the dog. Have a nice day ?
love the interplay of decorating with music here Ray, particularly that opening line
'I scraped some music off the walls'
marvellous stuff
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raypool
Sat 23rd Sep 2017 17:39
Cheers Martin - I like to do weird ideas - i'm pleased it was well received.
Natasha, thanks a lot. Well spotted - slight feeling of shoehorning but if read with that in mind I hope I got away with it. Be a fan always!!
Thanks Col. Yes, at it again as usual. Can you make that pounds though?
Nice to have you look in Stu. Stir in a little mad imagination and apply liberally! Hope you're doing ok..
Philip, you flatter me . Welcome to my wacky world where anything is impossible.
A nicely rounded comment David. That makes you a reprobate and cad sir. I think a nice piece of graffiti verse is just the ticket. I recall a trumpet player who ended up in a psychiatric unit scribbling music (a complete score of jazz all round his room. It was photo'd and transcribed by enthusiasts and was faultless. (What does that say about musicians?)
You're very kind Karen. I appreciate any comment from a scribe such as yourself.
Love all round. Ray