youthful memory

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by Lentil Illness, Oct 7, 2006.

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  1. Lentil Illness

    Lentil Illness Well-Known Member

    I caught the paper
    train home once
    when I was young
    and drunk, it was
    soporific and fucking
    terrific, the sound
    of the tracks and
    the sky so prolific
    I was mesmerised
    by the vermilion sunrise
    though it hurt my childish
    tired narrowing eyes

    youthful freedom
    so seldom caught
    a feeling so healing
    it could never be bought

    and you know those
    moments that you never
    want to end? Well make
    the most of them, that
    fleeting time, the moments
    of which, they so rarely shine

    on that paper train
    so haughtily divine
  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Another incredible work!!:eek:hmy: :smile:


  3. Lentil Illness

    Lentil Illness Well-Known Member

    Many thanks, as ever.


    LI x
  4. Reading this I could feel it all, the weariness, and yet the perfect, magical sunrise shining through paper thin, closed eylids, casting fractal, multi-coloured images on the screen of my mind, beckoning and welcoming the new day, even (and especially) after a long night.

    You're right - never let these moments go - if only I could remember always to do just that...


  5. The_Discarded

    The_Discarded Staff Alumni

    I love your poetry.

    It has such flawless feeling behind it, in description of moments that most people can relate to.
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