I like this
those associations, that slice thru your thoughts at the unexpected times, and bring pleasant ordinary thoughts to your present. comfort :)
pax A
Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2008
You just have to read s poem called "Radio Eggs", its a given. It invites the curious...great read
I listen to several different genres and several different eras of music and the music from the 1960s and 1970s has to be my favorite time. Certain songs do have the ability to linger in our ears, whether loved or hated. ("Henry the Eighth" comes to mind for the hated)
Thanks, Daniel. This poem holds a lot of truth and to echo Jeanette's comment, today's music, certainly, does not compare.
Sounds like the next diner will be on your list. Your poem does make me think about all the mental flashes of scenes from my past. I still love the music of the fifties. Today's "stuff" just don't compare to it. Nice thought provoking poem.
Amen, my friend. I'll take mine with a side of home fried, please!
Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2008
Yes, oh Yes! As you turn the station trying to find something worthwhile, the eggs ever scrambling trying to reach your plate before they chill! Well Done, Deborah
Oh yeah, music is wonderful, till it sticks in your head and just won't let go, even over night while asleep...GOOD MORNING, theres that damn song again..............ed
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way to start the day. Well done -- the writing not the eggs.
- Gene.
Be always safe,
Karen
those associations, that slice thru your thoughts at the unexpected times, and bring pleasant ordinary thoughts to your present. comfort :)
pax A
Thanks, Daniel. This poem holds a lot of truth and to echo Jeanette's comment, today's music, certainly, does not compare.
Jill
Carole~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.