Tuesday Afternoon.
By celticman
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Swat away the murky day
Clasped hands upwards to pious heaven
Exchange it for sniggering and hee-hawing
Sharp hinterlands and hard-ons
Feet that can hop and skip and jump
And not get the hump about posture
Life close to everything
Smelly feet, sweets and comics
A sister’s pal’s cool gaze to bathe in
A seaside fortress washed away
Cathedrals of deckchairs taking the sun
Calamine lotion and striped bodies
Moving themselves to be going home.
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I love how you describe a day
I love how you describe a day filled with no cares, just throwing caution to the wind, taking life easy, almost like being a young child again.
A happy poem that I enjoyed reading Jack. Good also to see you in poetry mode.
Jenny.
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It feels like this poem is
It feels like this poem is based on a vivid memory of a day at the beach. Some very creative lines in here. Always good to read more CM output.
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I love the idea of swatting
I love the idea of swatting away the murky day!
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A Glasgow View of an
A Glasgow View of an afternoon at the beach! You set the scene well, I can see it!
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This poem seems familiar to
This poem seems familiar to me. I swear I already commented on it. Anyhow, some great word usage. You have a great ability to throw in "hard-ons," just naturally without it seeming that it has turned vulgar or that it was at all misplaced. Very good poem.
GGHades502
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