underneath the junction
where the canal runs dry
in motorway shadows
where boy racers fly
stinkweed and passion
in thunderclap reverie
grazed knees in the history
of never meant to be
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Author:
dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a youthful one night stand
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Well that author's note made me see this entirely different, so like "grazed kness" from doing the you know what? Okay love your imagery.
LOL C;mon fess up, what did u think it was about.?
Oral sex. 😱🤪🧐
I wouldn't rule that out as being part of the proceedings at all.
Secret low-goings under the bridge - a great way to remember passed happiness Dusky.
What else is there to think about when you see an old rundown waterway in the city lol.
Joking apart there are places which bring back all sorts of memories both good and bad from a life lived. Some memories i would be pleased to not have but others bring a wry smile.
Says it all - and most of us have been there. So well expressed.
Though the footprints are someone else's now.
Dear Dusk, You always leave your poems to reader's imagination. 🙂
Open ended poems....hahaha
That bit is relying upon your own imagination. If it is all spelled out in detail where is the poetry?
haahaha , Very True !!! but atleast leave a Clue 🤣 What made you write it !
Why don't you try reading the section which shows authors own comments about the poem. It's all there if you read it.
yeah !! missed it Dusk !! ....next time will not ..😂😂
Wow, can be imagined.....
Yes, it was all in my imagination if the truth be known.
In my childhood days I don't reckon any of my friends didn't have scabs on their knees.
Andy
Scabby knees were a right of passage in short trousered days.
It sure is open interpretation with a rich imagery….well penned dear Dusk…the imagery notch point, scripting the scene as reader reads by…
ouch I like it .. I like it a whole bloomin lot ..................................... Neville
Those underpasses hold in their shadows youths passion, that your poetic words so vividly expose.
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