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:
Oh I like this - you make it sound like a magical place.
Maybe the young people feel it magic.
Glad you liked this one.
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!
eileeninmd: So pleased you enjoyed this poem.
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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Ola: I think that before teenage years get full of difficult emotional
problems might be the best years.
A place frozen in time and in their memories. Lovely.
Great images, I can picture it in my mind.
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.
Nancy: I hope each generation will carry the memories. Thanks.
Al: Painting with words is my aim, so glad it worked for you.
Evlyn: Great comments thank you.
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!
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.
Lovely poems, this and the one below, you are a real artist and so very clever! :)
Lovely weekend to you! :)
Viola: Thank you for these positive comments. :) X
Lovely, Cuby.
We old folks have our meeting grounds too.....
Welshcakes: Thanks.
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.
The rhythms of "where the young people meet" transport us deep into your poem, Claire. Thank you!
upwoods: What a great comment Kathy thank you so much.
How lovely to encounter your work Cuby poet!
Claire: Good to welcome you here. Keep reading!! ;)
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