"Continuity Obscurica"

Written from the perspective of a stranger sitting in a restuarant and looking at a group of youths eating and enjoying themselves outside"

Long haired and youthful
they invaded my interest
with bright faces unscarred
by the talons of life, reality.

My atmosphere was littered
with soft notes from Italy
beckoning a culinary mood,
but they were not sufficient
in reducing window transparency
or pulling me away from the
intruders.

They sat around jesting jovially
amongst tasty snippets of pizza
and shiny spots of juice,laughing.
I coughed at their fresh actions
as all nuances of appetite vacated me.

One boasted her technicolor hair,
a wig of course, as another two
swayed in mock-choreography
while the rest babbled in unison.
Watching them with adoration
and hate i realise why the elderly
are always grumpy.
Old.

Thirty odd years is not too old
I try musing to myself as the nail
gets forced deeper by knowing
it isn't of youthful range either.
What once was.
Was.

Faces without masks bob with
paintings of carefree joys, pure,
speaking their motives directly.
Their veins and lungs amuse me,
having not yet been touched
by the embrace of chemical love.
I wince.

I hate them.

-Svw

Reviews

[wolfshrew]

you do a very good job at keeping the interest of the reader, at least with me.
jesting jovially warmed my soul.

[world war jessica <3]

i really enjoyed reading this. some of us fear the dark or death or blah. and someone like me fears growing old. maybe. =p very nice poem. good visuals as well.

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'I hate them'
This last line speaks all of how you feel about the youngsters enjoying outside while you (or the stranger) is sitting inside.
This poem drew a picture in my mind and I actually can find how this 'inside/outside' concept mirrors youth and elder persons. In this poem I've derived that the elders are always inside, refraining the joys they've been experiencing as a youngster. And seeing the younger ones playing and laughing, they feel a bit jealous and maybe hatred as they can no longer be like them.
But I old persons too could cross limits and go back to youth .. that would be awesome I guess .. to not bother about what people think, and do what really pleases them
I enjoyed the plot .. Well penned