Open Poetry #42 |
Memories |
ilsm Member
since 2008-04-13
Posts 61UK |
Smoky basement - hard benches; Men sweat - girls with stale perfume. Warm beer spilling on the floor, 12-bar blues filling the room. 4am - frosty morning - London’s streets are empty now. Dirty train – Euston Station - Take us back to Watford town. No sleep, but we are happy, All night out at Les Cousins. Soon to have our breakfast early - Thinking of those bacon rolls 30 years – take but moments To pass by in memory. Here I sit, records playing: Old man’s teenage reverie. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
hello ilsm, that is wonderful, I'm still dizzy after reading your poem... keep on writing on this site. yann |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Your poetry is very impressive. I am getting into the habit of looking for each new post. Ida |
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Seoulair Senior Member
since 2008-03-27
Posts 807Seoul S.Korea |
wow, wonderful read. very good. You write beautiful poems. |
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ilsm Member
since 2008-04-13
Posts 61UK |
Thank-you. It's comments like these that make writing worth-while. :-) |
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