An Ancient Artform Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

An Ancient Artform

Rating: 5.0

This is an ancient artform,
A relic almost sacred I told her
As I placed the huge black disc onto the platform.
I've never even seen one of these she confessed.

The needle found a track.
Every crack and pop echoed off the walls.
We were alone in the room.

Shake the wire til there's sound.
The sound of Billie Holliday's voice.
This is a great record to fall in love with I said.

She agreed with a kiss.

Eric Paul Shaffer 13 August 2006

Nice work. Love poems aren't easy, and you've deftly managed to avoid the pitfalls here. This is a moment made clear and accurate, accessible to the reader, and well-made.

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Joseph Daly 09 April 2006

This is a wonder piece Pat and really I would have expected it from an older head. What is great about this is that it is begging the question of what is the artform; is it the playing of an lp? the act of seduction? or the end result. You have contained a wonderful mystery here and illustrated the value of titles as well as the works.

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Mason Birt 12 March 2006

Pat your definitely one gifted guy, youll always amaze me, we have some deep chats, sweet poem. Mason

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Charles Chaim Wax 09 March 2006

fine lines flowing one into the other memory leaping into impulse and that ultimate surprise of sweetness the kiss a fine poem

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