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Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together
Fall off swings and burn special things
And both play outside in bad weather
Let’s eat badly
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
Making eye contact with strangers driving past
Making them uncomfortable
Not caring, not swearing, don’t f***
Let’s both reclaim our superpowers
The ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth
The ability not to fear social awkwardness
To panic when locked in the cellar
Still sure there’s something down there
And while picking from pillows each feather
Let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed
Forcing us closer together
Let’s sit in public, with ice cream all over both our faces
Sticking our tongues out at passers by
Let’s cry
Let’s swim
Let’s everything
Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over
Classical music is boring
Poetry baffles us both
There’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant
Plays are long, tiresome, sullen and filled
With hours that could be spent rolling down hills
And grazing our knees on cement
Let’s hear stories and both lose our innocence
Learn about parents and forgiveness
Death and morality
Kindness and art
Thus losing both of our innocent hearts
But at least we won’t do it apart.
Not many things send me into a state of pure relaxed bliss,
but ‘Grow up with me’ by Keaton Henson is one of those things. His writing
style is the type that makes you want to write beautiful poems yourself, but
when you try, you inevitably fail to write something as exquisite so just you
go back to listening to Keaton’s recording of it on Y
outube, letting his calm
relaxed voice lull you into a sleepy slumber of literary ecstasy. The words
describe my life perfectly, and all I ever want in life. The perfect simplicity
of them, and how they fit together like pieces of a jigsaw, and roll off your tongue
as you whisper them sleepily at 3:00am makes them feel like they were written
only for you.
The childlike nature of the poem really encapsulates the
feeling you get when you meet someone new, someone who understands you
perfectly and knows what you are thinking even before you do. Another thing I love
about the poem, is how it shows exactly what teenagers of my age are feeling. Keaton
Henson describes what it’s like to grow up, how you don’t really want to, but
you have to. How growing up with someone
you care about numbs the pain and nerves of stepping out of the whimsical world
of childhood and into the real world.
As I mentioned before, this poem makes you want to replicate
the effortless of his poetry, by writing your own. However it’s not as easy as
it seems, many a person has tried and failed to put their feelings onto paper
as Henson does, but never quite masters the perfection of the words he selects.
In general, poetry it easier to write if it rhymes, as the words you can use
are limited, but the most beautiful poetry is that that does not rhyme, as it
seems as though raw emotion has been spilt onto the page. Keaton shows the best
of both worlds as he includes rhymes in some places where you need them, so
your lips can slip easily from one word to the next when reading aloud , adding
to the perfection of the poem.
I will enjoy this poem for years to come. I think that is
why I like poetry so much, you can read it wherever you want, however you want
and as many times as you want and it will never change. It will always be there
to comfort you when you’re sad, to make you sad when you’re happy and to put
you in that melancholy mood that we seem so inclined to become addicted to and
to take you back to the first time you read it.
