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Music swirls in caressing spirals,

embracing a shelf of favourite books

thumbed and enjoyed over the years,

each proud and stiffened spine caressed

like mist around oaks once young.

 

Some of those covers showing their age

and I smile

at the music, its immediacy

and at the desperation of stored print,

the ludicrous desire to know all.

 

For now I have given up being

the fount of all knowledge,

my world is a shell of ears.

◄ PODS

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raypool

Thu 28th Feb 2019 14:51

Thanks Stu for reading - yes it's hard to beat that I know!

Glad you got that feeling Heart of Lead, My mind was roaming !

Thanks Cynthia; just a play on the words at the end, glad you liked it.

Hi David, cheers for that. Welcome to our world. The Clive James is wonderful.

Welcome Mae. I must admit I was happy with that line. !

Trevor, welcome. Sorry to sound indulgent, but there's a form of music called a tone poem; this is one like that. Glad you liked it!

In addition, many thanks for the likes: Frances, Rich, Jon, Anya and Dorothy.

Ray

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trevor homer

Wed 27th Feb 2019 18:08

I was there in your room whilst reading this - enjoyed it very much.
[Pleased you enjoyed my POTW].

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Mae Foreman

Wed 27th Feb 2019 17:05

"A shell of ears"! Lovely! ?

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 27th Feb 2019 16:06

Splendid words on such a universal theme. Superb last line.

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Heart of Lead

Tue 26th Feb 2019 16:42

So beautiful. "Each proud and stiffened spine caressed." Each one of us lost in memory. That is a childhood that does not die.

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Stu Buck

Tue 26th Feb 2019 16:12

music and books ray. my two real loves!

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