Reminiscing about my adolescence
whiteying from my bedroom window
in a prefab (not the sprout) tin house
When I walk past my childhood home
there's still a vertical stain
baked into the green plastic coated wall
like a dry icicle
A watermark
A reminder
of where the summer tide
of teenage stupidity
reached its highest point
in the mid 1990s
My eyes would always blur
before the hot vomit hit the ground
I never saw it land
I only heard the thick slap
like seagull shit
on the hard concrete below
The good times of cheap white cider and soap bar resin
Teenagers today don't know they're born
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Author:
Syd (
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- Comment from author about the poem: *Whiteying - North East England pit village slang.
- Category: Reflection
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A poem raw and vivid reminiscing about teenage years and the mark left and how that age has little realization of what is to come. Well written
Thank you Sorenbarret. Much appreciated.
- Syd
You are most welcome
Nicely done. Your poem serves as a meditation on the passage of time and the lessons learned from youthful indiscretions, suggesting that while today's teenagers may not understand the same experiences, the essence of adolescence remains timeless. You seem to highlight the universal themes of nostalgia, memory, and the bittersweet nature of growing up.
Yeah, it's quite rough around the edges but that is the general theme.
Thanks for stopping by, reading and commenting - Syd 🍄
LOL so true, your imagery is gastly this morning poo drops instead of rain. I really enjoyed this walk with you dear Syd, it's the simple things that makes us real. 💜
Hi Shirley, yeah it's quite disgusting but an actual slice of life from the mid 90s. Glad you still enjoyed the imagery, maybe a little too real on this one.
Cheers - Syd xo
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