The gig's over

Memories can be dissonant to the heart

Only 

twanging 

memories

via 

broken chords

and 

missing strings

remain 

the action 

got

too high ~

drew only 

blood

a ghostly refrain

repeats 

again

and 

again

and

again

Author's Note

Capchta - fading !!

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

Oh those twanging memories do tend to repeat again and again. I like the way you have written this poem- single words on a line have a great impact. Let's hope that the 'ghostly refrain' begins to fade (as the capchta says!) and the broken chords and missing strings can regenerate.

[Tony Jordan]

I was going to concretise this into a guitar body shape but got lazy lol. Glad you caught the captcha. It's funny how 'in tune' that can be at times.
Thank you again my friend :)

[Great Aunt Astri]

You are welcome.

[alanwgraham]

This is very simple but you've chosen a great metaphor to describe the damage caused by the tsunami waves spreading out from the cataclysm.
You are describing the human condition - we know its going to hurt but we can't help ourselves.
Cheers,
Alan

[wordman]

i guess it comes from the portals of our minds,feelings and memories

[Tony Jordan]

Quite so W.M.
Thank you very much for the review.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Sounds full of regret for a life wasted in youth in dreaming about musical success and in drinking/drug taking. Love the way it echoes out and leaves the impression of lasting sorrow.

[Tony Jordan]

Thanks John. It could be a cumulative write - I've been reading a lot about pop/rock stars who've passed away young.

[andrew mitchell]

A very bluesy poem indeed Tony maybe not the stairway to heaven but more of Don't you forget about me! A nice write matey!

[Tony Jordan]

Not the stairway to heaven at all Andrew mate - more a indictment of the music industry apparatchik. Insightful review. Thank you.

[Lydia Shutter]

Eerie words, Tony. Some of the "why's" of life are never answered, are they? We'd be better off forgetting the questions, but somehow can not manage to do that. Good one. Lydi**

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you and I agree totally Lydia. I think it's akin to being told not to think of...say...Elephants. We will think of them regardless.
:))

[Gee]

G'day Tony. Well as Confucius once said, and I quote directly, " those fuckers that dwell on the past are mostly miserable, cynical c*~ts "
Not a very well known saying I might add......

[Tony Jordan]

Haha - one of the idioms that didn't make it past the ancient censors then mate...lol.
Hey, you'll be home now. Hope you don't get the post-hol blues too quickly mo chara.

[Gee]

Blue, BLUE, I'm bluer than Bernard Manning when talking al things black and women.....😎

[Alisa Js]

Aloha Tony,

Sometimes in love, there seems to be a loop of unanswered why's...without answers... and yet, the why's continue... around and around in our minds...

I know as I have been there.

Lots of emotion in this one.

Alisa

[Tony Jordan]

Thank you Alisa. I'm minded of an episode of the 1990s comedy Everybody Loves Raymond by your review (which is spot on), in which the protagonist Raymond has kept a 'break-up' tape for 2 decades, trying to figure out why he got dumped, lol.
Great to see you around again. I hope healed and mobile. :))

[Alisa Js]

lol

Working on the healed part... mobile part is working beter day by day...

Wishing you lots of happiness...


((hugs))

Alisa ;-)

[Tony Jordan]

Good, good - glad to hear it, ditto...
x

[Jimmy Yetts]

The unwelcome sound of tragedy's echoes.
Brings to mind country music; a most appropriate metaphorical springboard.
Excellent poem!

[Tony Jordan]

I think there was a country song on the radio in the background when this came to mind Jimmy, come to think...
Thank you very much.

[Paul Bell]

I think memories do that to you. It's like going back somewhere that held great thoughts in your head.
But then you find nothing you can relate to.
Thank god for drink.

[Tony Jordan]

I agree Paul. The memories are never spot on in any shape or form to the event - we frilly them up or do them down.
Thank you :)