Dreamscapes: motes and music (dp)

Friday, March 11, 2005

Sunshine, gilding the motes
of dust, drifting
lazy afternoon.
Music, wound up
the steel needle tracing
the path
of scratchy voices
from the past.

Anonymous Poet said...: Yes . . . it is time to get out the old phonograph, isn't it?!?!?!?

Thanks for capturing that interlude so nicely!; 11:12 AM
Unknown said...: Thank you for enjoying it!
When I was a kid we had an Edison, huge old crank-it-up phonograph with a n extensive collection of 78s of singer whose names I can't remember, for the most part. Caruso does stand out, but then, he always did, didn't he?

I cried when we couldn't take it with us when we moved.; 11:16 PM