Radio Stations

by Lofallenve   Dec 4, 2013


The pebbles lie,
In different positions,
Yet still shapes the same road.
A different set of tires,
But still the same road.
From within the silence
A radio gets switches on
A voice innocently asks:
"Country is your favorite right?"
She hides a pained smile,
Looking out the window,
As the memories move past.
A private silent movie,
The words reverberate in her mind,
Seen now, as the truth that was
So meticulously hidden
She pulls her eyes away,
Forcing back the tears
That beg for the trace of her cheek.
With a painted smile
She replies:

Turn on a station,
Where the lyrics sing
To me a foreign language,
Where the beats of the song
Is like a knock of a stranger
Standing outside my door.

Turn on a station
Where my memories
Are not entangled between
The letters of a song
Where the lyrics
Are not the same
Path that was once tread.

So, turn on a station.
Best be one I abhor,
That way,
My memories a can't
Haunt me anymore.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    This is a great poem. The imagery is so vivid and clear. I loved how you you took on idea and stuck with it the whole time. That is very hard to do. I see here maybe you are on a road trip and you are trying to relax but you can't without the right music. I loved also how ypu think about something in the past and a song can do that for you. The story is lovely and the ending is great as well. You tell a real story here. Well done!

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