Once again the folks at Magpie Tales pull out a visual prompt that sends me to places I didn't know existed. I adore when that happens. Interesting, too, that while the place is unknown, the inner workings of the person turns out to be remarkably like you. Perhaps.
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Tupelo
She searches for answers
In the vinyl silence
Only word-symbols
Climb up her
Non-existent sleeve
Even emptier than the
Walls, her feet,
The barren carpet
Who cares who was
Born in Tupelo?
She doesn’t hesitate
In her quest for what
Is real
Because the only
Real she knows is
Loneliness.
Life without an ear
To listen to what
She most needed
Even her shadow
Turned away
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© 2013 by Julie Jordan Scott
La melancholie, beautifully expressed...
Posted by: Berowne | January 27, 2013 at 10:33 AM
LOL!! I used the words vinyl and sleeve too. How could we resist?
Posted by: zongrik | January 27, 2013 at 10:44 AM
oh the melancholy of youth...well done
Posted by: Kathe W. | January 27, 2013 at 11:20 AM
I read your comment on The Mag site ... I just saw 'Silver Linings Playbook' too. Love how the film inspired you ... I really enjoyed your poem and the film.
Posted by: Helen | January 27, 2013 at 12:45 PM
So much sadness in youth. You brought it out perfectly.
Posted by: Anthony North | January 27, 2013 at 01:02 PM
Your use of emotion is really good!
Posted by: deana | January 28, 2013 at 05:51 PM
nicely done and thanks for sharing
Posted by: Wayne | January 28, 2013 at 10:39 PM
"Vinyl silence"...powerful...
Posted by: Tess Kincaid | January 29, 2013 at 11:46 AM
How lovely!
Posted by: Tumblewords | January 30, 2013 at 09:43 PM
Poor thing. She should turn up the music and dance!
Posted by: ~T~ | February 02, 2013 at 10:07 AM