My 7 inch vinyl collection
Is a veritable cornucopia
Of delights: from the light hearted and quaint
To the absurd, the eerie and the manic.
Recently, I've gathered them together
And placed them in several bright boxes.
Which ones I choose to play, on my retro
Record player, I guess will depend on
My mood on a given day. But there is
Plenty in the way of lyrical light
And contrasting shade to keep me occupied
And engaged. My collection: my pride and joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mine's up in the loft gathering dust along with two record players. I should make the effort and get it all down and play them again. For your enchanted poem has made me remember that incredible varnishy smell that an album or single emits whilst reading its sleeve notes.10+ and thanks for the good and now retrieved memories kind sir.