<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pool and The Nightclub</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in here we cannot hear.<br>the swirl, the swash of decibels resound<br>like the thumping, waving pounds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">like the pulsating dives and splash of noises at the pool<br>where childhood thoughts were on<br>the simple joys of a hot summer’s day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we find a little corner for ourselves<br>where we can gather to shout<br>and strain –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to hear – the louder ones<br>exerting control; and days of picnics<br>by the blue pool return, return.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the dance floor wears us out<br>as we flop, hop, dropp in waves<br>but return to our corner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wiping sweat from our brows<br>for drinks and a break; <br>searching for something in the flashing dark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how we used be breathless lying<br>on the grass, dripping shiny<br>pale skin just out of the pool</div><div style="margin:10px 0">much like the nightclub of<br>sticky shirts, glazed foreheads; sitting<br>for a break before going excitedly again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">childhood days by a deep pool<br>in the sun forever has us swimming<br>as the dark night-club’s lights flash</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before us like a sign, last bus out of town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>June 16th 2006</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Se%C3%A1n+O+Muir%C3%ADosa">Seán O Muiríosa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577821" data-title="The Pool and The Nightclub de Seán O Muiríosa" data-description="in here we cannot hear. the swirl, the swash of decibels resound like the thumping, waving pounds like the pulsating dives and splash of noises at the pool where childhood thoughts were on the simple joys of a hot summer’s day. we find a littl..."></div> </div> </div>

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