Villanelle: Broken Record

Continuing the theme of Rhythm, to a more traditional sense, I bring you this sonnet. Its style is the embodiment of what I'm trying to capture this month, and is also my preferred style of poetry perhaps because , I am a broken record.

Broken Record

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I am a record, broken of course

Never changing my tone, same note

By that needle, always so coarse.

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I play Jazz, though nothing morose

I survived the jukebox but-

I am a record, broken of course

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I’m even a grandparent, loose

Are my CD children, unhurt

By that needle, always so coarse.

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Though the dust settled only once

Will Rap or the robot end my lot?

I am a record, broken of course

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They still listen, smiles toothless

Partying no more in the night light

By that needle, always so coarse.

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I repeat lines like a river’s course,

I will always proudly put-

I am a record, broken of course

By that needle, always so coarse.