four walls of sound

four walls of sound

 

 

 

enemy mine

self-confidence a menace

 

listening to records

songs of lonely

 

friends outside in life

me, a diamond stylus in my eye

 

tears of

nothingness, then awareness

 

the records are playing themselves again

I am not dancing

 

but the lyrics are like lashes

songs of lonely

 

I am the subject of the grooves.

 

 

erin-cilberto

2/3/22

Reviews

[Patricia]

Me too! Music..pen and paper…dancing with my muse…she likes the music too much and ain’t working unless I put on the sad stuff. I need to have a serious talk with her she’s slacking!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I hope she will sit and listen.
thank you, Patricia,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

My Mother managed a Restaurant when I was ten years old and beyond… there were long playing Records on the Victrolla of Vienna Waltzes and a Yellow Canary Sang Along and so did I myself… well nourished with a Satisfied Soul… Amen… Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I wish I had had a chance to eat there.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

So kind of you to review. The Restaurant had a Bakery upstairs where Pies and Cakes and home-made Bread were so deliciously served. I worked there as a Waitress with others. We wore yellow Aprons with White Lace and were busy Bees. We could get a "working permit" at age fifteen. A yellow Canary sang along with Strauss Blue Danube Waltz's on long-playing Records... when lunch and dinner was served. truly, Pat

[Miss Sharon]

(but the lyrics are like lashes songs of lonely I am the subject of the grooves.) You got that right! ~Sharon

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Sharon,
j.

[William Michael Reeves]

That first line immediately made me think of the movie. Then surprisingly some of your poem related to things in that movie. But I doubt that had anything to do with your write. So I shook it out of my head and read it a couple more times. Kept visualizing the eye as a turntable spinning iris like a record on a colorful disc the lash lands in a groove cleansing as it plays a tear.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Bill,
j.

[MomzillaNC]

Excellent title and poem. Well penned.

These lines especially spoke to me:

self-confidence a menace
songs of lonely
me, a diamond stylus in my eye

tears of
nothingness, then awareness
the records are playing themselves again
I am not dancing
I am the subject of the grooves.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Momz,

[MomzillaNC]

yvw 😎👍🏻

[M. J. Smith]

Dude! Any child of the eighties would get this. Like, I spent so much time in my headphones hiding from the world. Thank God for mix tapes.
Around my highschool, two things were as certain as death and taxes. Music was gonna save your sanity 'cause your significant other was going to break up with you.
What a past you evoke. I hadn't thought of that old Walkman in decades. Nicely written, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, M.J.
j.

[Weeping willow]

Sounds like songs echoing in the lonely winds, wonderful expression of the heart ;-]

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind words, willow,
j.