In the daytime
the flats are full of noises
living people living lively lives.
Bumps and thumps underlie voices
as pigeons coo along the rooftops.
On pavements and across the street
occasional dogs banter and bark
while car tyres slouch to park
and buses grumble at waiting fares.
Gulls wheel and screech.
In the night time
street lights crowd the silence
as it lifts into the stars
towards an attendant moon.
Here youth is in short supply
rushing away to the busy town.
Octogenerians and our younger selves
come home to roost
in paired or single blessedness
for we are guardians at the gates
of forgetting.
Author notes
flats are the English equivalent of apartments.
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Hi. wonderful verse, aml Di
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This is truly excellent Grams...it speaks for itself and requires no words from me
Love you always,
Laura
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SO BEAUTIFULLY EXPRESSED!!!
Here in the states we have a few different names for them but yes, at night it is quiet around these places, for the young crowd together in more lively places where there is always action. I though came from a very rural life and now before I get to old I yearn to return to that rural and quiet life, live around nature and its beauty.
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Hallo again, my friend.
I have been remiss for too many months in thanking you and other poets for comments and encouragement. So I send many thanks for your comments here. I'm also hoping to spend much more time looking at other people's poems. So much simply didn't happen last year.
Thank you again.
Joy
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