Same Old Song

He loved vinyl
and he loved her
as if she was his
favorite record.

He promised his love to her
again and again.
Told her she was music
to his ears,
the best medicine
for his soul,
and he swore
he could never tire of her.

And so, she let him play her
over and over.
She let him use her song
to lift his spirits,
never knowing he would
wear her out,
beat her down,
and discard her

as if she was any other
scratched and broken record
with the needle stuck
echoing the same old song.

~ smj


9 Comments to “Same Old Song”

  1. Very storng metaphor used to expressed the events and emotions.

  2. They are all fine poems. Not sure which I’d submit to class, though I appreciate Charles’ comment on this, which may also be technically best.

  3. I’m a fan of feeling a piece of writing. While poetic/literary devices are wonderful, if you don’t have a voice that people can relate to, no simile is going to fix that.

    I love this piece, lady. Love it. I mean that.

    • hello and thank you. yeah… I hear ya. I just started a workshop/class a few weeks ago… and, it’s the first time I ever took any writing classes. (I’m the “old lady” in the class full of undergrad students). LOL It’s interesting, for sure, but I agree that it has to come from a real place… not just because someone told you what do to.

      Anyway – glad you liked this one. Thanks for visiting and commenting. Much appreciated. =)

  4. excellent vid. mark lost his hair. lol next time you’re on youtube search jeff beck & imogene heep. funny, as i was reading simply the title of your poem it gave me an idea for one. same old sin. okay i’m feeling a little warped tonight. it’s nice to see you’re writing fairly regularly. i wish i was.

    • Thanks Charles. Yep – time catches up to us all.. and our hair, eh? ;) Thanks for the suggestions for the tunage too – checked some of their stuff out… pretty kick ass. And, I like your “same old sin” idea. Has a lot of potential. If you don’t use it, I might. ;) lol ;)

  5. Re-write: 5-1-11

    Same Old Song:

    He loved vinyl
    and he loved her
    as if she were his
    favorite record.

    He promised his love to her
    again and again.
    Told her she was music
    to his ears
    and he swore he would
    never grow tired of her.

    And so, she let him play her
    over and over.
    She let him use her song
    to lift his spirits
    until he wore her out
    and discarded her

    as if she were any other
    broken record
    destined only to echo
    the same old song.

    ~ smj

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