one particular day it happened
listening to that song
over and over again
I want to make it with you
an eight track cassette playing repeatedly
by sunset I was done
so bothered i was
i started imagining myself
chucking it out the window
napowrimo day 19. it’s flying by
MMLM Music Challenge No 180..i want to make it with you
d Verse Quadrille No 180…bother
poets note: this particular day was a memory pulled right outta my head hat after reading about that particular song by bread. a long day and a long drive heading north in the oz desert.
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
As always with WordPress, we’ll have to give this another try.
I fear I know the feeling expressed in this poem. It starts out romantic and hopeful and ends hopeless and disgusted. Been there too many times.
Wow! the ’70s and all my eight-tracks … memories to savor, savor! Thanks for the lovely memories.
it was exactly those feelings that day that i came to face driving listening to that song… felt lonelier than i’ve ever felt… decided to start planning my departure that day… funny how i deleted most of the poem and it still came through… thank you for the comment… do i need to repost my post to your site?
isnt that funny i hadnt thought of those things either… but that song…
Those eight-tracks! Now this brings back memories. :>)
I can understand how listening to this song repeatedly could get on your nerves Ms. Pie. I remember getting tired of listening to my Iron Butterfly album with In A Gadda Da-Vida on it and I melted it in my oven.
that’s hilarious… and btw i love that butterfly album… who didn’t play that over and over again…
absolutely agree…. recall on those eight tracks
Oh, I get this! Our favorites often become tiresome, and even angrily annoying! (songs, and people, too) 😉
I remember those days… these days I can create a playlist in a minute… but there was something so special with those tapes.
Ahhhhh, memories… A great write!
Been there. Sometimes it’s me overdoing it! 😉
Been there before (maybe not with 8 track). This was a great read, thank you