Poetry in motion

@Oi No Drumming wrote:

Devil may care

Wild bluster and grayness mingle
Curled fists hold fast through snarling gusts
Our even strides overtake fast food fat legs
As they scream at smaller snottier versions of themselves
Eating chips.

The vacancy signs are flashing
Bed and breakfast at a price
As the adults of the future, getting wed,
Make last sordid single memories they are likely to forget
By tomorrow.

“Waste your time and money here!”
Is screamed loud upon each pier.
As we lean upon the rusty painted railings.
The reflective stretching sand is the purest thing in sight
Or so it seems.

Grimy shops along the sea front
Sell complete and utter garbage
The only people buying have no taste.
In one shop a tower of golliwogs peer through crumpled cellophane
So grotesquely.

We take refuge in a café, and sip tannin strong tea
Staring out through stale smeared windows
At passing hoards intent on having fun.
It’s a strange addictive feeling that you might be missing something
But you’re not.

Before you get all worried
And think the time we spent was wasted
I can tell you categorically it wasn’t.
For every second that I spent, at the seaside town from hell
Illuminated.

Interesting use of imagery. I would be interested to hear Esme’s opinion.

@minim wrote:

Critical analysis never rests.

stuff that job then

@Oi No Drumming wrote:

Devil may care

Wild bluster and grayness mingle
Curled fists hold fast through snarling gusts
Our even strides overtake fast food fat legs
As they scream at smaller snottier versions of themselves
Eating chips.

The vacancy signs are flashing
Bed and breakfast at a price
As the adults of the future, getting wed,
Make last sordid single memories they are likely to forget
By tomorrow.

“Waste your time and money here!”
Is screamed loud upon each pier.
As we lean upon the rusty painted railings.
The reflective stretching sand is the purest thing in sight
Or so it seems.

Grimy shops along the sea front
Sell complete and utter garbage
The only people buying have no taste.
In one shop a tower of golliwogs peer through crumpled cellophane
So grotesquely.

We take refuge in a café, and sip tannin strong tea
Staring out through stale smeared windows
At passing hoards intent on having fun.
It’s a strange addictive feeling that you might be missing something
But you’re not.

Before you get all worried
And think the time we spent was wasted
I can tell you categorically it wasn’t.
For every second that I spent, at the seaside town from hell
Illuminated.

:) i liked that !! yet i wanted to argue the fact that under peeling facade lives a million memories .

@pikey wrote:

@esmeralda wrote:

Esme has had her opinions confiscated by The Society Of Nasty Barstards, for being too meek, mild and unassuming. Normal service shall resume once she has had some in-service training by a couple of the more vicious fallen angels. :evil:

Translation: ‘It’s not one of my mates and it’s not coming up on Google.’

surely a translation is from one language to another ?