The Blue Gramophone

Within you
The rhythmic push of little waves
Petite eddies I see
On a fast track
Coming forward
Into my ears

Within you
A medley of tones I feel
Vibrating into me
Not hard, but gentle
Like a angel’s touch
Into my ears

Within you
I hear my life
Images, none there is
But no matter
For the sound blankets my eyes
My eyes shall hear

Over you
The rhythmic push of little waves
Petite eddies I see
On a fast track
Coming forward
Just below my ear

Over you
A thousand other sounds
But all too subtle
I feel you singing
I feel you, the blue gramophone
You are the sound

The blue gramophone
Let me rest on you
Let me feel you replay
Replaying my life

Can I stay here forever
As soothing as it gets
As elegant as it gets
The blue gramophone
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What this poem means
There's something I like about swimming. When I pull myself through the waters, there is this soothing melody that never fails to play in my ears - it is the rush of the water against my ears. At times, I would close my eyes and simply feel and hear the rush of the water - and enjoy it. That's when the swimming pool start resembling a gramaphone (hence, the title of this poem) playing an old Beethoven record. It's a fine mix of tunes that's more than enough to inject a good portion of nostalgia into me. What this means is that whenever I swim, I recall and reminisce on a good bit of all the events in my life. The swimming pool is where I hear my life events being rescreend, replayed over again - and yes, dreams do occur - not always, but at times. Call it swim-dreaming if you will. At the poolside, I enjoy the sound of little waves pushing itself against the walls. How soothing, how elegant - what a nice place to doze off (be it in the morning, day, or night). The swimming pool is the blue gramophone.
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