I am writing images, reactions on returning to a town south of Berlin that I first visited ten years ago. Then, despite the decay and loss of so many young people west, I felt something special about this place, something good. I still do.


granny

after the storm

then the collapse

I've known this town

 

slowly

paint pots are out

plants overflow balconies

the empty rail tracks

don't seem to matter

now

 

the trees are

burgeoning

prams are pushed

through dappled light

the children chase shadows

whooping for joy

 

young adults now

know not the past

and good that is

 

but granny

just stares





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-06-13 at 16:56

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this poem could be about so many places, so many children, so many—grannies, but you've made it your own. the images bring light and sound and color, bring life, and bring sadness.
2016-06-15


Christopher Fernie
Dear Peter,

I'm so glad to make your acquaintance again after some six or seven years of poetbay dormancy. I've enjoyed reading your work, both new and old.

I've posted a number of new pieces under my Sunday name of Christopher Fernie. It's been thirteen years since my heart bypass and I'm very grateful for the extension to my life.

I do hope that your own health is in good stead. On Friday of this week I'm visiting some of my old Manchester haunts; I'll give your regards to Overseas House!

Keep well and creative!

With best wishes,

Chris
2016-06-14


Bibek
Apt images depecting the different artifacts of the city. And the way you contrasted these images with last one in the last line is simply a WOW.
2016-06-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is outstanding, Peter. The town is on its way up again, but one who experienced its decay remains scarred.
2016-06-14


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint with words the scenes of the present as your eyes see it, but granny can't help remembering. Very strong feelings.
Ashe
2016-06-14


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
As shells says, this is poignant and as always you set your scene and transport the reader and touch the emotions

Elle x
2016-06-13


shells
A poignant read, it is good to read of the new life, colour and happiness, but there are those who find it difficult to remember.
2016-06-13