pulse of 80s music
conversation
swirls
between drinks
bubbles rolling
under
the tongue
bank holiday getaway
beermats
not getting any younger
doesn’t mean
you have to feel older
people
stream in
shadows pour
across the floor
names that haven’t spilt
from my lips
for years
and you wonder how long
the puddle will last
names scribbled
by a dartboard
the faint
clunk
of potted pool *****
dialogue fizzles
like tablets
in water
voices
dripping
coming then going
wilt into
the cool spring night
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
pulse of 80s music
conversation
swirls
between drinks
bubbles rolling
under
the tongue
bank holiday getaway
beermats
not getting any younger
doesn’t mean
you have to feel older
people
stream in
shadows pour
across the floor
names that haven’t spilt
from my lips
for years
and you wonder how long
the puddle will last
names scribbled
by a dartboard
the faint
clunk
of potted pool *****
dialogue fizzles
like tablets
in water
voices
dripping
coming then going
wilt into
the cool spring night
Written: April 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, mostly constructed during a mini school reunion of sorts at a local pub named 'Oliver Twist.' This piece is similar to a previous poem of mine with the same title (minus the 'II'), which you can also find on HP. There have been minimal changes from the first draft. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing 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 future.
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