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granny
by Peter Humphreysafter the storm
then the collapse
I've known this town
slowly
paint pots are out
plants overflow balconies
the empty rail tracks
don't seem to matter
now
the trees are
burgeoning
prams are pushed
through dappled light
the children chase shadows
whooping for joy
young adults now
know not the past
and good that is
but granny
just stares
06/13/2016
Author's Note: I am writing images, reactions on returning to a town south of Berlin that I first visited ten years ago. Then, despite the decay and loss of so many young people west, I felt something special about this place, something good. I still do.
Posted on 06/13/2016
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/13/16 at 03:54 PM Your poem certainly breathes new life into this city with your simple neighborhood activities and sights along side the defunct rail tracks. That last stanza is so poignant in its contrast - four words that bring forth inner memories of a generation of hard times. Well done. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/19 at 11:04 AM Nice one Peter. Quite moving in its imagery. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/19 at 11:05 AM PS: Congrats on POTD. |
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