Tuesday, 8 May 2012


where the young people meet

by the unused black pump
on the over grown grass
dandelions thrive
seeds blow in the air
where the young people meet

under stone Celtic cross
by moss covered wall
Scarlet pimpernels hide
in long rampant grass
where the young people meet

teens on old wooden seat
others wander around
white clover spot
deep trefoil patch
where the young people meet

voices like music
laughter and chatter
impregnate the air
joyful some saddened
where the young people meet

youth of the village
future elders in time
remember this place
place for discussion
where the young people meet

24 comments:

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Oh I like this - you make it sound like a magical place.

the cuby poet said...

Maybe the young people feel it magic.
Glad you liked this one.

eileeninmd said...

It seems like the young people always find a place they like to hang out. Here it is at the shopping mall. I enjoyed your poem, Cuby!

the cuby poet said...

eileeninmd: So pleased you enjoyed this poem.

Ola said...

somehow I think that only the young people can be absolutely happy, later on too many experiences always reflect on the state of soul...

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the cuby poet said...

Ola: I think that before teenage years get full of difficult emotional
problems might be the best years.

Nancy said...

A place frozen in time and in their memories. Lovely.

Al said...

Great images, I can picture it in my mind.

Evlyn said...

What a wonderful picture you paint with your poem. The symbolism of youth among old things, like the cross and the wooden chair, is very powerful.

the cuby poet said...

Nancy: I hope each generation will carry the memories. Thanks.

the cuby poet said...

Al: Painting with words is my aim, so glad it worked for you.

the cuby poet said...

Evlyn: Great comments thank you.

ShySongbird said...

That's lovely and it is very visual! Unfortunately, 'where the young people meet' here their voices don't often sound 'like music'...their vocabulary is usually very unpleasant and limited!

the cuby poet said...

ShySongbird: Good that you could see this place. I don't always hear everything that is said but I do hear a lot of laughter.

Viola said...

Lovely poems, this and the one below, you are a real artist and so very clever! :)

Lovely weekend to you! :)

the cuby poet said...

Viola: Thank you for these positive comments. :) X

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

Lovely, Cuby.

Maria said...

We old folks have our meeting grounds too.....

the cuby poet said...

Welshcakes: Thanks.

the cuby poet said...

Maria: The old guys and the young ones use the same bench at different times to meet so maybe that is material for another time.

upwoods said...

The rhythms of "where the young people meet" transport us deep into your poem, Claire. Thank you!

the cuby poet said...

upwoods: What a great comment Kathy thank you so much.

Claire said...

How lovely to encounter your work Cuby poet!

the cuby poet said...

Claire: Good to welcome you here. Keep reading!! ;)