Those Were the Days – POEM

analog vinyl record
Jazz; mesmerising, as I watch,

the vinyl spin, grooves filled in by,

cigarettes smoked a century ago,

the ash,

A revolving reminder,

that we all must, eventually go,

But some, those precious souls,

are immortal: inspiring,

And I see listen or read; the show so beguiling, as if, their deaths could never be so.

The song ended, I won’t tell you which,

and there’s a sadness, in the rich needle analogue,

cigarette burns and old type of yesteryears,

entire back catalogue.

Sporadically, I get lost, ice in my glass molten,

and a fog,


Knowing that in some way the great artists exist,

Preserved a little more with every embrace of nostalgia,

and each reminisce.


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33 thoughts on “Those Were the Days – POEM

  1. Such great atmosphere to this piece – really lovely. Well done!

  2. This poem brought back visions of my childhood. I grew-up on jazz….had those vinyls stacked all over my room. Well played…. πŸ˜‰

    1. Thanks once more ☺ I caught the tail end of cassettes and then CDs. Not quite the same as vinyl. I dig through charity shops for records to get some oldies.

      1. A true connoisseur πŸ˜‰

  3. This is incisive as heck. Resonates immensely. Glad to have read it. Well done!

    1. Well thank you very much, cheers for dropping by.

  4. I must have read your poem at least 3 times. Each time lifting up another layer and making me sink deeper into the past. I felt like I was on the set of The Great Gatsby. “Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!” You did it with this piece πŸ™‚

    1. Thrice? Im honoured you read it once ☺
      I’m glad you got the feel of it and the intention.

      1. Yes, I felt like I did not wrap my mind around the depth of it at first read, so I did it again and again πŸ™‚ I sometimes do that when I read good poetry. It keeps the world the piece depicts alive longer in my mind.

  5. Very rich and steeped. You were truly inspired.

    I loved this,

    ‘and there’s a sadness, in the rich needle analogue,

    cigarette burns and old type of yesteryears..

    Very cool.

    1. Many appreciations, thanks for highlighting those lines Anita ☺

      1. Pleasure. You should write more…poetry.

      2. Poetry is something I have to really be feeling to write but I enjoy it fully when I do pen a poem.
        My brain is usually geared toward story mode with full stops and such, but occasionally likes to get lyrical ☺ I appre iate the sentiment.

  6. This piece evokes such nostalgia and philosophical contemplation. Beautiful!

      1. A type of time travel πŸ˜€

  7. Nice. Got kinda stuck at “the ash, A revolving reminder, that we all must, eventually go, But some, those precious souls, are immortal”

    For some reason I thought of the precious souls to be authors and that I might also one day live forever πŸ™‚

    Good work.

    1. You’re right on the money AF πŸ™‚ Thank you.

  8. VictoryInTrouble August 5, 2016 — 5:04 PM

    Beautiful. This has a great feel to it.

    1. Thanks V-I-T πŸ˜‰
      Cheers for reading.

      1. VictoryInTrouble August 5, 2016 — 5:58 PM

        You’re welcome, L-A-W. πŸ˜€

  9. This was an amazing write. You set a nostalgic mood with your words. So well done. Especially enjoyed your description of the old records spinning
    on the turntable.

    Excellent work.

    1. Much appreciated LA. I watched an F Scott Fitzgerald documentary and felt inspired to write something.

      1. Yet set a mood that captivated. Must have been a good documentary.

      2. It was, I think it’s 45 mins long, I found it on Youtube.
        One heck of a tale, tragic and triumphant.

      3. Thanks. I will search for it.

  10. Wow, what a captivating piece! Truly beautiful. Evoked some real sense of remembrance.

    1. Thanks shaun, much apreciated πŸ™‚

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