Comments received on poems by Neville
Fickle Mirrors
Cheeky Missy said:
Come, come, come. My own parents never seemed at a lack, my late father extolling my late mother as vivacious to the last. You\'re surely teasing, our peers are not so likely to linger on the street corners as hitherto? And my brother who lately kicked the bucket told me mirrors lie. So there. Then what? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a killer poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
July 24th, 2026 19:10
Cheeky Missy said:
Come, come, come. My own parents never seemed at a lack, my late father extolling my late mother as vivacious to the last. You\'re surely teasing, our peers are not so likely to linger on the street corners as hitherto? And my brother who lately kicked the bucket told me mirrors lie. So there. Then what? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a killer poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
July 24th, 2026 19:10
Fickle Mirrors
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully vulnerable piece, Neville! The movement from youthful affection into uneasy estrangement captures one of aging’s quieter cruelties. I feel more of that distance myself these days...though I remain convinced the bathroom lighting is partly responsible! Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 24th, 2026 09:26
Tristan Robert Lange said:
What a beautifully vulnerable piece, Neville! The movement from youthful affection into uneasy estrangement captures one of aging’s quieter cruelties. I feel more of that distance myself these days...though I remain convinced the bathroom lighting is partly responsible! Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 24th, 2026 09:26
Fickle Mirrors
arqios said:
And the light that dances with the mirror can go aloof 🪞 💃 🕺 🪩 💡🙏🏻🕊️
July 24th, 2026 06:19
arqios said:
And the light that dances with the mirror can go aloof 🪞 💃 🕺 🪩 💡🙏🏻🕊️
July 24th, 2026 06:19
Fickle Mirrors
sorenbarrett said:
There is a power of identification in this poem Neville. Like the painting in Dorian Gray our image changes in mirrors and we do not like the reflection often hiding from it. Nicely written my friend.
July 24th, 2026 04:14
sorenbarrett said:
There is a power of identification in this poem Neville. Like the painting in Dorian Gray our image changes in mirrors and we do not like the reflection often hiding from it. Nicely written my friend.
July 24th, 2026 04:14
Fickle Mirrors
Doggerel Dave said:
I know precisely what you mean, Neville, but there\'s not much I feel the need to add right now...😢
July 24th, 2026 02:46
Doggerel Dave said:
I know precisely what you mean, Neville, but there\'s not much I feel the need to add right now...😢
July 24th, 2026 02:46
Fickle Mirrors
orchidee said:
That you in that mirror? It was still me, the last time I looked. lol.
July 24th, 2026 01:58
orchidee said:
That you in that mirror? It was still me, the last time I looked. lol.
July 24th, 2026 01:58
Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Cheeky Missy said:
...because despite your superb metaphor, August is the beginning of autumn. This is gorgeous. I do so love it. Thank you very much for sharing.
July 21st, 2026 10:50
Cheeky Missy said:
...because despite your superb metaphor, August is the beginning of autumn. This is gorgeous. I do so love it. Thank you very much for sharing.
July 21st, 2026 10:50
A Taste of Freedom
NafisaSB said:
Powerful imagery and a statement that should make one sit up and think what we are coming to
July 21st, 2026 06:57
NafisaSB said:
Powerful imagery and a statement that should make one sit up and think what we are coming to
July 21st, 2026 06:57
Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Neville, this hit me hard…two people bound together yet slowly drained by everything they cannot reach. Quietly devastating, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 19th, 2026 20:22
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Neville, this hit me hard…two people bound together yet slowly drained by everything they cannot reach. Quietly devastating, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 19th, 2026 20:22
Why Time is Such an Able Thief
Doggerel Dave said:
I think I must leave this to a metaphorical interpretation here, Neville most ably commented upon above. For myself, I can only suggest that autumn may come as a relief from your summer just as I will experience spring shortly with more than a little trepidation.
July 19th, 2026 16:33
Doggerel Dave said:
I think I must leave this to a metaphorical interpretation here, Neville most ably commented upon above. For myself, I can only suggest that autumn may come as a relief from your summer just as I will experience spring shortly with more than a little trepidation.
July 19th, 2026 16:33
Why Time is Such an Able Thief
orchidee said:
Good write and good wishes N.
Meanwhile - but we have not had all of summer yet! lol.
July 19th, 2026 10:08
orchidee said:
Good write and good wishes N.
Meanwhile - but we have not had all of summer yet! lol.
July 19th, 2026 10:08
Why Time is Such an Able Thief
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful piece my friend where the emptiness and decay seen in Autumn may be taken merely as a cycle of nature that comes and goes as mentioned in the line \"I’ve got that lead in my limbs again\" Yet there is a finality of deterioration in the poem as if age is taking its toll. In this process one suffers with those one travels with in this life. \"On empty\" and there seems to be a longing for union that is somehow denied. A lovely write my friend.
July 19th, 2026 06:31
sorenbarrett said:
A beautiful piece my friend where the emptiness and decay seen in Autumn may be taken merely as a cycle of nature that comes and goes as mentioned in the line \"I’ve got that lead in my limbs again\" Yet there is a finality of deterioration in the poem as if age is taking its toll. In this process one suffers with those one travels with in this life. \"On empty\" and there seems to be a longing for union that is somehow denied. A lovely write my friend.
July 19th, 2026 06:31
Why Time is Such an Able Thief
arqios said:
Your poem holds that quiet ache of two people running on empty together, capturing how time steals not with violence but with the slow, autumnal weight that settles into the limbs and the longing between them. So relatable dear Neville. 🙏🕊️
July 19th, 2026 05:24
arqios said:
Your poem holds that quiet ache of two people running on empty together, capturing how time steals not with violence but with the slow, autumnal weight that settles into the limbs and the longing between them. So relatable dear Neville. 🙏🕊️
July 19th, 2026 05:24
A Taste of Freedom
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Yay!!!! Thank you to the Tsar of All Administrators for kicking the publishing gremlin out! Seriously, glad it got resolved and rock on Julian! Also, good to know if this
As for your poem, Neville, this is one powerful piece. I love how you begin with something as ordinary as gulls circling overhead, only to slowly reveal the deeper reality beneath the scene. That final image leaves freedom feeling both precious and painfully costly. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 14th, 2026 19:12
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Yay!!!! Thank you to the Tsar of All Administrators for kicking the publishing gremlin out! Seriously, glad it got resolved and rock on Julian! Also, good to know if this
As for your poem, Neville, this is one powerful piece. I love how you begin with something as ordinary as gulls circling overhead, only to slowly reveal the deeper reality beneath the scene. That final image leaves freedom feeling both precious and painfully costly. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
July 14th, 2026 19:12
A Taste of Freedom
orchidee said:
Good write 403 - arggh! The message no one wants to see. 403 I mean, not your poem. Fido says to me \'You better stop; you\'re digging yourself into a big hole!\' lol.
July 14th, 2026 10:57
orchidee said:
Good write 403 - arggh! The message no one wants to see. 403 I mean, not your poem. Fido says to me \'You better stop; you\'re digging yourself into a big hole!\' lol.
July 14th, 2026 10:57
A Taste of Freedom
Doggerel Dave said:
I need t ignore the war (far too much of it about lately). I\'m here to let you know that over the last ten years, the birds have disappeared round my way (predates avian flu). However my partner (forty mins drive away is overwhelmed with pigeons, lorikeets and cockatoos. Mind you, she does lay tributes out there, though at times these are whipped out of her hand before she has a chance to lay...Is this the kind of response you hoped for, or am I rambling.....?
July 14th, 2026 09:10
Doggerel Dave said:
I need t ignore the war (far too much of it about lately). I\'m here to let you know that over the last ten years, the birds have disappeared round my way (predates avian flu). However my partner (forty mins drive away is overwhelmed with pigeons, lorikeets and cockatoos. Mind you, she does lay tributes out there, though at times these are whipped out of her hand before she has a chance to lay...Is this the kind of response you hoped for, or am I rambling.....?
July 14th, 2026 09:10
A Taste of Freedom
isa kemmy said:
u really got such a nice beautiful way of expressing. so wondrful
July 14th, 2026 06:52
isa kemmy said:
u really got such a nice beautiful way of expressing. so wondrful
July 14th, 2026 06:52
A Taste of Freedom
Cheeky Missy said:
The gulls have laced my work for their cries, hanging out in Midwest parking lots as if they....what? Had a place in paved paradise?! Lovely to see your work afresh in all its beauty. Thank you very much for sharing.
July 14th, 2026 06:23
Cheeky Missy said:
The gulls have laced my work for their cries, hanging out in Midwest parking lots as if they....what? Had a place in paved paradise?! Lovely to see your work afresh in all its beauty. Thank you very much for sharing.
July 14th, 2026 06:23
A Taste of Freedom
arqios said:
Glad it worked. For me VPN prevents some sites from loading and others won\'t load without it. Crazy tech days/almost a couple of years now.
July 14th, 2026 04:23
arqios said:
Glad it worked. For me VPN prevents some sites from loading and others won\'t load without it. Crazy tech days/almost a couple of years now.
July 14th, 2026 04:23
A Taste of Freedom
sorenbarrett said:
I am so glad to hear this worked I put in my two cents Nevil and imagine many others did as well for it would never do to silence such a voice. Unless deluded this is a brilliant subliminal poem of war. Where the calm of a farm is split with the attack of gulls ( not Mongols) and the clever use of bombing (which gulls do on the field below) the mention of factories still standing and then the mention of starving children. This war although visible from the attacking point of view remains hidden behind our barn and we have to ask what is going on back there that causes all this. A great metaphor my friend and a fave.
July 14th, 2026 03:31
sorenbarrett said:
I am so glad to hear this worked I put in my two cents Nevil and imagine many others did as well for it would never do to silence such a voice. Unless deluded this is a brilliant subliminal poem of war. Where the calm of a farm is split with the attack of gulls ( not Mongols) and the clever use of bombing (which gulls do on the field below) the mention of factories still standing and then the mention of starving children. This war although visible from the attacking point of view remains hidden behind our barn and we have to ask what is going on back there that causes all this. A great metaphor my friend and a fave.
July 14th, 2026 03:31
Help me post a poem please
arqios said:
Reboot or use a different device. Sometimes that works
July 13th, 2026 09:30
arqios said:
Reboot or use a different device. Sometimes that works
July 13th, 2026 09:30
Help me post a poem please
orchidee said:
Try reboot. Or as I do - try saving a verse or two at a time if you get error message and so save a poem gradually. If that will work?!
July 13th, 2026 08:49
orchidee said:
Try reboot. Or as I do - try saving a verse or two at a time if you get error message and so save a poem gradually. If that will work?!
July 13th, 2026 08:49
Help me post a poem please
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Oh no, my friend. This sucks. Let me know how I can help, and I will if I can!
July 13th, 2026 08:48
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Oh no, my friend. This sucks. Let me know how I can help, and I will if I can!
July 13th, 2026 08:48
Help me post a poem please
sorenbarrett said:
Posting your name should be sufficient my friend
July 13th, 2026 06:54
sorenbarrett said:
Posting your name should be sufficient my friend
July 13th, 2026 06:54
Help me post a poem please
Cheeky Missy said:
You\'re hilarious. What on earth do you mean by this?
July 13th, 2026 05:03
Cheeky Missy said:
You\'re hilarious. What on earth do you mean by this?
July 13th, 2026 05:03
Even More Things Remembered
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a tender ache in these memories, where small forgotten traces become the ghosts of someone once close.
The perfume, patches, and strand of hair feel like little relics carrying an entire relationship in their quiet details.
July 7th, 2026 07:53
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a tender ache in these memories, where small forgotten traces become the ghosts of someone once close.
The perfume, patches, and strand of hair feel like little relics carrying an entire relationship in their quiet details.
July 7th, 2026 07:53
On a Road to Knossos
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a calm, almost dreamlike unfolding here—the way the landscape is held feels both delicate and alive, like memory softened by sunlight.
The closing line lands gently, as if the place itself is something discovered and quietly kept inside you.
July 5th, 2026 07:47
Thomas W Case said:
There’s a calm, almost dreamlike unfolding here—the way the landscape is held feels both delicate and alive, like memory softened by sunlight.
The closing line lands gently, as if the place itself is something discovered and quietly kept inside you.
July 5th, 2026 07:47
Tiny Blue Moments
Thomas W Case said:
Superb work, my friend. There’s a soft, sun-bleached nostalgia running through this—Crete as a thin place where time feels almost borrowable, like you could pocket it and carry it home.
But it tips into something more intense at the end, where longing becomes physical and a bit consuming, like memory trying to turn itself into possession.
June 30th, 2026 08:28
Thomas W Case said:
Superb work, my friend. There’s a soft, sun-bleached nostalgia running through this—Crete as a thin place where time feels almost borrowable, like you could pocket it and carry it home.
But it tips into something more intense at the end, where longing becomes physical and a bit consuming, like memory trying to turn itself into possession.
June 30th, 2026 08:28
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