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Still, without the touch of the needle The silent record sits in wait. Line after line of etched in melody Worn, -- even abused Scarred and scraped A scratch here Some dust there Replayed, again and again Black vinyl, once heavy, worn thin Only to be abandoned on the turntable Where it once served its purpose. Neglected, unused The silent record stays still Hoping to one day turn again.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
the silent record
Still, without the touch of the needle The silent record sits in wait. Line after line of etched in melody Worn, -- even abused Scarred and scraped A scratch here Some dust there Replayed, again and again Black vinyl, once heavy, worn thin Only to be abandoned on the turntable Where it once served its purpose. Neglected, unused The silent record stays still Hoping to one day turn again.
For a workshop exercise on imagism, in which I had to create a 'portrait' of an object. I picked a record, of course.
#record#music#vinyl#imagism#imagist
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
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