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Memory Sketch of Adolescence Part One

 

Expectations of a life to live

Blow jobs in back alleys

An elfin girl lost to a car wreck

A father to believe in

A cigarette stolen from an auntie’s purse

Ambitions to be realised

Bad advice from a  counsellor

A career in the army

The bad corner of a lane

A secret kiss under cotton covers

Ambitions yet to appear

Warm your hands in mine

The sister without morals

A skipping rope discarded

        Tolkien passes through the dark

Thoughts of suicide on Mondays

Explore religions for answers

No answer ever comes

A brother lost to a labyrinth

Never knowing of a wasted life

Think it’s cool to be a Buddhist

Local gangster with a snide remark

Big man of the town

Only followed and admired by clowns

A hero and a homecoming

Someone’s mother and her tears

An old man smoking rollies through a grin

A lost boy and his fears

Doing brilliant in English

        Eyes as black as regret

The Catcher in the Rye

                        Following a sparrow’s flight path

                News of a local murder

        The way she sang in church could cure the sick

                                        An embarrassment at a party

                Unknowing of the life to come

john togher

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Chris Co

Wed 9th Mar 2011 16:59

A simple enough premise- the list.

But poetically it works really well when intelligence is applied.

You do not appear to present any judgement, simply listing and juxtaposing the various themes and vagaries that can leap to the fore through a would-be or actual adolescence.

But the final line offers up some strange notions/feelings related to how our present becomes our past.

What is to come cannot be listed of course.

And this to me at least brings a feeling of contrast to all that has gone before.

How silly it seems with the benefit of hindsight that the trivial takes its place next to the significant. The sacred alongside the fluff of life.

Is this just profane?

No of course not.

This is of course how life is lived- literally in time.

With hindsight people often edit out this nature of reality and paint life through tinted specs.


I like what you've done.

Chris

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Ray Miller

Tue 8th Mar 2011 08:34

Enjoyed. Thoughts of Suicide on Mondays ought to be the title!Councillor or Counsellor?

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Isobel

Mon 7th Mar 2011 21:14

This made me smile. By co-incidence my son announced today that he was renouncing the faith he was baptised into and adopting something similar to buddhism...

I think he was worried I might be upset. I was relieved more than anything - when I look at your list of evils - there are worse things to happen to a teenager. I wonder what he will be telling me tomorrow...

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Elaine Booth

Mon 7th Mar 2011 20:59

This is great. I love the layout - it's almost like seeing scenes of the life described through gaps in a fence or window blinds. I certainly agree with Rachel - small town, white kids - I know it too.

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Rachel Bond

Mon 7th Mar 2011 15:48

this is great john, there seems to be several lines from this taken from my life,only mixed up like the cigarette stolen from my dad, not my auntie, too small or secret details for anyone to know, which is kind of unnerving that perhaps we are all just the same, small town, white kids just watching all this.
i am the sister without morals, my brothers army career lost him to labrynths, and so cool to be a buddhist giving blow jobs in back alleys...didnt everyone do that? always an embarrassment at parties and unknowing of the life to come? I bet we could guess.

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