Presence

Cherry

By Ewan

Wed, 27 Sep 2023
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We feel the presence of our younger selves,
they look over our shoulder, rapt
in observation of their own wrinkled avatar,
aghast at our reflection.

We feel the presence of our younger selves
busting moves and banging heads
in time with our tapping feet and timid clapping,
we lament the lost lissome.

We feel the presence of our younger selves,
shaking heads and wagging fingers
in remonstration at our wrong opinions,
scarcely believing what we think.

We feel the presence of our younger selves,
and know that they are haunting us.

Certificate 15
Poem
Not Good Enough
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Ed Crane on

remonstration at our wrong opinions,
scarcely believing what we think.   

Not just ourselves, it's often a shock to see how old school and teenage friends change. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This reminds me of how flexible and carefree my younger self was. When I look in the mirror although I see myself now, I feel like there;s a younger self trapped inside dying to get out, but the body won't let her.escape. 

Your poem definitely got me thinking.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

generatonal debt. we owe outself better or worse. It's up to you? 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

 for taking the time to comment.
E x

Author Page at the 'Zon
 

Submitted by Turlough on

I get every word of this. However, it made me think and what I thought was that I think I prefer my older self to my younger self. I suppose I already knew this but your poem is a great reminder.

Turlough