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stories
told in fractions
taken up
& wound around 
eager reels

life sounds 
captured mid air
taken in
& spun around
played by ear

© 2014-Rene

Photo via Magpie Tales Poetry Prompt




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  1. Sherry Blue SkyJune 8, 2014 at 7:50 PM

    Cool, Rene. Some great stuff on those old reels - priceless memories, really.

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  2. CharleenJune 8, 2014 at 10:05 PM

    If they are not told in fractions, then they are most certainly listened to in fractions in my house! I can never sit still to hear a whole show.

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  3. Other MaryJune 8, 2014 at 10:24 PM

    Very nice.

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  4. Dana DampierJune 8, 2014 at 11:35 PM

    Great poem! I love the line "life sounds captured mid air"

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  5. JinksyJune 9, 2014 at 4:31 AM

    As concise as it comes, the sounds and rhythms in harmony

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  6. Stormcat PoetryJune 9, 2014 at 12:03 PM

    I remember these old reel to reels . . . certain music is invoked in my memory when I see one.

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  7. Buddah MoskowitzJune 9, 2014 at 5:11 PM

    Love this. I'm glad someone else just listens to life too,

    Mosk

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  8. Indigo RothJune 10, 2014 at 4:52 AM

    The reels are always eager, Rene. Indigo x

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  9. 21 WitsJune 10, 2014 at 9:21 AM

    I hear those sounds!

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  10. Eddie BluelightsJune 10, 2014 at 6:06 PM

    You sure got it taped.
    And said precisely what the machine does!

    Fist time at Magpie Tales.
    Eddie

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  11. Silent Otto June 11, 2014 at 9:46 AM

    Well played, Rene

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  12. Carrie Van HornJune 13, 2014 at 6:49 PM

    ....and that is what a writer does...take in the sounds of life and re-play them....a brilliant write Rene!

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  13. Tess KincaidJune 14, 2014 at 3:15 PM

    I like this one Rene

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