Unusually
in a pub
a mid-July evening
clutching a Coke
the tangled strings
of conversation
peppered across the room
and loitering about
for faces
I haven’t seen
in perhaps four years
to breathe
through the door
to begin
that mawkish process
of reminiscing
over protracted days
in carpeted classrooms
naturally chat
about the lukewarm now
present partners
jobs if we have one
and upon arrival I speak little
letting the cool
surf of familiar voices
refresh me
as some mysterious
but quite delicious drink
and there is laughter
delicate chatter
before we disperse
like youthful bees
to our own slices
of existence
separate but always
aware of what was
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Unusually
in a pub
a mid-July evening
clutching a Coke
the tangled strings
of conversation
peppered across the room
and loitering about
for faces
I haven’t seen
in perhaps four years
to breathe
through the door
to begin
that mawkish process
of reminiscing
over protracted days
in carpeted classrooms
naturally chat
about the lukewarm now
present partners
jobs if we have one
and upon arrival I speak little
letting the cool
surf of familiar voices
refresh me
as some mysterious
but quite delicious drink
and there is laughter
delicate chatter
before we disperse
like youthful bees
to our own slices
of existence
separate but always
aware of what was
Written: December 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, regarding a school reunion I attended in July 2015, at a pub named 'Oliver Twist.' All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook home page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the near future.
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