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MAGIC MOMENTS

A record slides from within its sleeve

palm supported to the deck;

the needle descends,

he takes  his place

to where she curls up with that special face.

 

While reaching down to pull him off

he stays her hand for Rachmaninov,

a musical climax steadily building,

his spirit soaring.

 

Something about his isolation worries her

as he closes his eyes;

she sulks a little as the music rolls on.

She needs him more than ever now,

 

but he knows that musical moments like this

should not be spoiled by carnal bliss.

◄ THE INCINERATOR, ON A LATE NOVEMBER DAY

AUBURN HAIR ►

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raypool

Fri 30th Nov 2018 19:42

Thanks for your comments as follows:

Poemographic - thanks for landing on my offering. I take that as a compliment! I like it.

Kate, always nice that you read me. Glad you liked it, even though it is saucy.

Wow Mark. That is really a tongue twister.... !

Eric, your comment made my day. Really its nice to be analysed in that way. It had me thinking about the elements of writing.
Thanks so much.

David, Shostakovich is often shocking, Rachmaninov is enrapturing, but either way tempted by that hint of stocking(sorry Stockhausen). Glad you liked it mate. I was thinking of you as I wrote it.



Thanks Brian, Anya, Jon and Taylor for your invaluable support.

Cheers and love to all.

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Eric Maynard

Fri 30th Nov 2018 15:38

This poem says so much by suggestion, working on multiple levels from one line to the next, complex characters living complex lives, yet you make it accessible. This poem is so complete and information-dense, it's like the mathematical equation of a person, distilled to their most basic.

Sometimes I find your poems lyrical, sometimes poetic, but always enjoyable. Thanks for sharing

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 29th Nov 2018 16:45

If you need to delay further arousin'
There's Schoenberg and Stockhausen!!

<Deleted User> (19913)

Thu 29th Nov 2018 07:43

Fantastic Ray. Humourous yet nostalgic.as a music lover I can relate.

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