Comments received on poems by Neville



Back in the Day
L. B. Mek said:

\'But hey ..
For some obscure
reason
and quite out of the
blue
He remembered
how she liked her butter
melted\'..
love it when you utilise
your trademark conversational style and tone
then subtly weave-in
those hidden elements in your write
like the quite despair and frustration, in this
somewhat carefree
and unassumingly worded poem,
that\'s such a uniquely hard skill
you\'ve developed and mastered, dear poet!
sometimes
it may truly be a blessing, when eventually
our memory: allows us, to let go and forget...
A brilliant write my friend
what a great way to start my week, thank you!


June 21st, 2021 04:22

Pandemia
Saxon Crow said:

Another genius bit of poetry Nev

June 21st, 2021 02:15

Pandemia
dusk arising said:

That\'s how the night sky makes you feel isn\'t it. Especially on those clear frosty nights when all the stars are visible. How insignificant i become faced with all that.
You post is like all the questions \'why\' compacted into a few lines.

June 21st, 2021 02:07

Pandemia
Goldfinch60 said:

True Neville.

June 21st, 2021 02:04

Pandemia
orchidee said:

A poignant write N.
I\'m off to meet one of them lasses now. Will it be too much for me?! lol.

June 21st, 2021 02:03

Back in the Day
Doggerel Dave said:

Memories - they come unbidden more often than not. Better if they are good \'uns, and these seem to be - with perhaps a sigh, Neville?
Nostalgia the word? If so the memories are worth the poem which I enjoyed.

June 21st, 2021 01:48

Back in the Day
Goldfinch60 said:

Back in he day indeed, such wonderful thoughts, back in the day.

Andy

June 20th, 2021 23:50

Back in the Day
Fay Slimm. said:

The many things that pass through the mind about a past love tell how much that \"back in the day \" is much nearer the present than anyone thinks......... the feeling lives on whatever the time and you scribe it totally heart-tugging here my dear Nev...........x

June 20th, 2021 15:07

Back in the Day
Jerry Reynolds said:

Well written, Neville.
Still in love with them all as well.

June 20th, 2021 08:19

Back in the Day
dusk arising said:

Reminiscences are the reward for having lived a fruitful younger life.
Melted butter and fingered hair. Two unique style statements like no-one else possesses.

June 20th, 2021 07:49

Back in the Day
orchidee said:

Aww, I still remembers her (I would!).
Have I even met this lass?! heehee.

June 20th, 2021 07:42

Back in the Day
Accidental Poet said:

Seems he thinks of her more often than he realizes. Must be love. Great write N. ; )

June 20th, 2021 07:38

Back in the Day
Laura🌻 said:

Neville,

Your poem made me think of Mary Hopkin’s
“Those were the days
my friend…”

I enjoyed the read.
Thank you for sharing.

Laura🌻


June 20th, 2021 07:26

Back in the Day
Saxon Crow said:

I like this one Nev. Very well written. Faved

June 20th, 2021 05:16

Nothing but a Keepsake
Dove said:

Awe, postcards from the past are treasures
Sometimes a person likes to be a bit melancholy
and fill their days with what could have beens!
I filled mine with Fairy Tales of the past
And Fantasize what could be, why not lol
I

June 17th, 2021 00:49

Overcome
Dove said:

Lotion Motion! Very sensual, was it the tanning lotion , or was it the motion afterwards lol

June 17th, 2021 00:44

Nowhere Left to Bleed
Dove said:

Oh spill thine jewels of crimson red upon the floor
Or let them run from thine soul unto the ground
For every Precious drop that spilled before
Cannot erase the heartbreak thou’st has found

But I shall lend and ear , and listen wisely
No crazy soul shall break thy wings
Thy shall land thy naked tail wisely
And no longer shall your heart sting

🙏😀🙏😀🙏👍
Great write as always Neville


June 17th, 2021 00:39

Nothing but a Keepsake
L. B. Mek said:

(this is such an enticingly, contemplative write
and thanks for inspiring
my little scribbled reply, dear poet)
what\'s truly scary
is how abundant and universal
those keepsake postcards are..
I wonder, if regret is actually
a necessary element of existence
does everything, regret?
the Sun, too tired to stay and greet the Moon
a little longer
the Moon, too busy getting ready to meet the Sun
a little earlier;
and everything else, in-between
imitating that same futile frustration
in our happenstance dance, of belated realisation\'s
fated consequence..

June 15th, 2021 04:39

Nothing but a Keepsake
Goldfinch60 said:

Some memories are treasured beyond time.

Andy

June 15th, 2021 00:48

Nothing but a Keepsake
Accidental Poet said:

The memories of yesterday are the in betweens of today and tomorrows. Great write N. ; )

June 14th, 2021 19:21

Nothing but a Keepsake
Bernard Gabriel Okurut said:

Awesome

June 14th, 2021 17:35

Nothing but a Keepsake
Jerry Reynolds said:

Good write, Neville.
So many keepsakes after a while.
You dusted off a good one.

June 14th, 2021 16:04

Nothing but a Keepsake
Laura🌻 said:

Neville,

You are remembering that saved faded postcard to remind you of living in the here and now. The past is over.
Appreciate today and all the days you’ll be gifted with…
and live to the fullest henceforth.

Another wonderful “scribble”.😉

Laura🌻

June 14th, 2021 15:50

Nothing but a Keepsake
Saxon Crow said:

Ahhhh memories of regret. So bittersweet. Nicely penned Nev

June 14th, 2021 14:13

Nothing but a Keepsake
Fay Slimm. said:

What might have been is covered here with veils of maybe and faded postcards but the moments of here and now seem so comfortably right in this small celebration of glorious togetherness. A tender read dear Nev.......x

June 14th, 2021 13:38

Nothing but a Keepsake
SureshG said:

We sigh to remember what could have been, that your words say it so softly

June 14th, 2021 12:32


Nothing but a Keepsake
orchidee said:

Good write N.
I best meet her then!

June 14th, 2021 12:15

Nothing but a Keepsake
dusk arising said:

\"Memories light the corners of my mind, misty water coloured.....\"

Such poetry as these memories have planted. We reap their rich harvest here on MPS. Today yours flowers beautifully.

June 14th, 2021 11:44

Overcome
L. B. Mek said:

\'each tiny pearl of salt laden lotion shifted
and swirled, in a perfectly decreasing cyclic motion\'
oh, ok - yeah, that
erm, washing machine
tumble and bubble, and its contents
instinctive friction
of pulsating, spontaneous symphony
a replayed metaphorical rendition
of their owners
once skin-tingling: mutually symbiotic attraction
as their serendipity\'s, beginning..
(funtastically, funtabolously
...erm, fun?)..
A steamy read, you know
for us who like a bit of washing machine
vivacious: tremble...
Ahem! lol

June 14th, 2021 04:59



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