What a question:
What is youth?
Is it a number;
A generation that is kept asunder?
I am not under…
The hill, or over either…
Generation gap grows wider…
What is youth?
The plot thickens!
I struggle as the quicksand quickens…
Falling through the hour glass
Stranded…
Green, blade of grass,
Traveling in the breeze…
Begging “Please, Let me speak!”
“If you seek, then you will find…
Youth is but a state of mind.”
“Youth echoes in the sound of laughter…
A grin from ear to ear…
Never falters.
Teeth, naked; without fear…
Youth is happiness exposed,
Dwelling under every nose.
Thriving in a moment…
That prelude to a kiss…
Anxious eyes, nose, face.
Yes! Youth what bliss…
Moist and puckered….
Two lips joined in oh so sweet embrace.
How I long...
For that song,
That youthful rhapsody in blue.
Youth holds that note so true…
Moonlight sonata…
What a…
Night.
Stars shooting,
Lover waiting.
Youth is in a painting…
A still frame on a wall.
It is in imagination…
The kind that you can call…
Upon when you feel blind.
It is that realization
That suddenly unwinds
Like a top spinning on the floor…
Youth is an open door.
It lives in fiery dance…
A sensual tango…
Bodies joined by happenstance…
Moving to and fro.
Youth is passion,
Youth is love…
Man and woman,
Hand and glove.
It is in every flower in a field;
In every hour that time yields.
Youth is every flavor that I savor…
Taste buds tingling…
People mingling in a city square…
Youth is in a strand of hair...
Red, brown, black, gray,
Sunny day…
It does not matter…
There is no mood weather can shatter.
Youth is in a stare.
Wandering eyes asking where…
To next...
Feet chasing one another…
Fingers running through…
Text in a book
In the last hand you shook.”
What is youth?
Might as well ask
"What is time?"
It is in every corner that you find.
It is life and love and liberty…
An ever present state of mind.
© José V. Guerra Awe
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