Forsaken

Neville

Forsaken

 

I swear they once moved like

cats

   and each was then golden ..

But

   only one of them purred ..

Oh’ my

very dearest and precious

   of loves ..

    Where are you now and why ..

I need you

far more than my chest needs

to rise

and to fall again with each

breath

   and the thrust of a new season

   without you

..

 

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Comments8

  • orchidee

    I moved like a guinea pig. Is that the same?! (first line of your poem). lol.

    • Neville



      ...................... NO

    • Accidental Poet

      Breath taking N. πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘

      • Neville



        your play on words is ever so kind dear poet .. and so I thank you in kind .. kindly πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘

      • Cassie58

        This poem truly does draw breath from this reader. So intense is the feeling of need and longing. Both memorable and remarkable poetry Neville. It’s a peach. Have a lovely day .

        • Neville



          What a delightful review comment Cassie, thank you so very bloomin muchly .. Neville

        • Teddy.15

          Ah stunning and so relatable today dear Nev. Beautiful. 🌹

          • Neville



            Bless you my friend .. 🌹

          • Doggerel Dave

            The other pussy is a little mysterious, is she not?

            • Neville



              She surely is ..

            • orchidee

              But I am half human, half guinea pig. Thats's them in my pic. They're not giant hamsters or rats, as some say, or else we need to be afraid, be very afraid, of the mutations. lol.

              • Neville



                You are half sharp that's for sure ..................... N

              • Goldfinch60

                Wonderful words Neville, keep breathing and all will be well.

                Andy

                • Neville



                  Bless you GF60 & big time .. Neville

                • Bella Shepard

                  The one that got away, forever regreted, but ever present, bruised heart that aches with remembrance. This hauntingly beautiful poem is exquisite.



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