The Youth of Today
Oh, to be young and to experience everything again for the first time.
The difference between young and youthful
Between highest heights and jumping off cliffs
Between reaching plateaus and never making progress
Between looptyloos and heavy handed hoops
Between spreading wings and spreading legs,
Spreading knowledge and breaking bread
Tonight I lay on the pillow my leaden head and
Tomorrow I close my eyes in a deadman standstill
Here I am standing still despite those who would have me slipping downhill
And in my hands an unlit cigarette awaiting a stricken match
To come into my arms spread wide enough to swallow Jonah whole
Wide enough to bridge a bottomless sinkhole
And sink my fingers into softest soil smelling of the peat in bogs
Across my sprawled body from foot to stomach to crown
Creep the fogs and fawns into sprawling lawns
A greenest expanse lit by a fiery star while all I can see is the reflection
In a stone with craters and dunes that casts a subtly subdued glow
That allows dead stars to shine for longer than I could ever be alive
Suddenly the burdens of this plane seem to shrink and sink
Swallowed up by the earth beneath.
About the Creator
Charlie Sourire
Author and poet who specializes in imagery and vivid words.
My roots are reviving amidst the zephyrs and gales aboveground.
Appalachian Anthology coming soon.
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