Cove

11-20-2010 [The Cove is a venue in Geneva-On-The-Lake, Ohio.]

Walking in the darkened room,
Following the familiar sounds until I sit soon
Listening to voices last heard long ago,
Time had not stopped within this place I used to go
The people enter and I grin,
Pictures all around is Greedy; the deadly sin
Talking to so many that at times you'd have to yell,
Music blaring across the venue along with the lingering alcohol smell
Catching up with so many in such few time,
Knowing that no matter where I call home there is one club I can call "Mine".

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a great poem about places that are our second homes. Were we know what to expect and love the vibe of the place and many faces we know. There a few typos in this poem if you have a second look at it but the meaning and the feeling are clearly worded for the reader to feel.

[ShaneBerry]

i wish i had a place like that... haha, but in all honesty, very original write, loved it.

[Robyn]

OMG!! and I just realized Ive BEEN to the cove!!!
Awesome!!
Ever go to eddies grill??

[Robyn]

this is pretty cool, i like the idea of feeling so at home in a certain place that it is "yours"

nice work bringing out emotions that i can easily relate to in this piece!

[Coyote Poetry]

The Cove sound like a good place. I like the description of the venue. We need those places where we can feel safe and content in. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Bubo]

Memories and a place where we can remember so clearly, a place of togetherness and music......sounds good!