Comments received on poems by Neville



A Patchwork of Ashes
Dove said:

Excellent writing! Of course there’s
Always Hope!

From the flicker of ashes love did burn
Smoldering ever so quietly in place
She gazed at his smile and he in return
Spied something new written on her face

His heart started Beating he felt the rush
His soul didn’t quite understand the feel
A burning ember inside made him blush
Trickling throughout Him with zest and zeal

In his eyes She could see the fire within
and she knew she must ignite the passion
Puckering her lips she walked closer to him
Kissed him gently, softly ,in sweet fashion


Though once extinguished the flickers remained
From the ashes, Smoldering love Can flame


September 30th, 2020 10:37

A Patchwork of Ashes
orchidee said:

Aww, I was gonna meet her. But if she is far too wild for him to tame (him in the poem), what chance have I got?! lol.

September 30th, 2020 05:29

A Patchwork of Ashes
dusk arising said:

You cant always see what you get and you dont always get what you want .... but to misquote the rolling stones ... if you try sometimes you just might get something or other...

But often, the best is something which once was.... can be seen occasionally... and once in a while stops by for..... muffins

September 30th, 2020 04:05

A Patchwork of Ashes
Fay Slimm. said:

This read with its unique ending left me with a smile despite its artful presentation of fading love-life....... you have such a way with spacing and spicing your beguiling tales my dear friend. - the title alone deserves top marks for poetic inventiveness....................x

September 30th, 2020 03:24

Come-a-Day
Whimsical_1 said:

Wow, I really enjoyed this read! Such a beautiful picture your words paint.

September 29th, 2020 13:28

Come-a-Day
MendedFences27 said:

Finding the ideal resting spot among the flora and fauna and to share it with ones true love, makes for more \"happy-ever-aftering,\" unless it\'s your final resting place. Your descriptions paint an idyllic image of a spot deep into the wood, \"spied only by sprites and nymphs\" that seems to be chosen by the narrator as place for a secret tryst or a burial site. This poem is filled with imaginative and colorful language, \"dandelion clocks, cuckoo spit, current bites deepest,\" etc. All following the unique title \"Come-a- day.\" which leads me to the more drastic of the choices. Seems a remote and light-traffic area for either, but I\'m leaning toward the final ending. - Phil A.

September 29th, 2020 12:27

Come-a-Day
Dove said:

Such beauty laced in a poem!
A poignant write, tugs at the
Heart


September 29th, 2020 10:18

Come-a-Day
dusk arising said:

magnificent

September 29th, 2020 10:11

Come-a-Day
Fay Slimm. said:

A heart tugger for sure this poignant use of a walk through nature which leads to hope of reviving lost love - a knowing beats hope and your words leave this reader fervently wishing that come-a-day appears really soon.............x

September 29th, 2020 02:53

Come-a-Day
L. B. Mek said:

wonderful first couplet, hooks you in quick
great write!

September 29th, 2020 01:57

Come-a-Day
orchidee said:

Good write Neville. I wish the day-would-a-come that I give up singing! lol. Aww, why they all say that to me? heehee.

September 29th, 2020 01:49

Making His Way Home
Laura🌻 said:

Neville,

This poem reminded me of one of the many stories my grandmother used to tell me when I was a child. Of the many, one that she told me was about “Un Vagabondo”
(A Wanderer).

She would always begin her stories with “C’era una volta...” (Once upon a time...)

I always thought they were fairytales because she would always begin her stories with “C’era una volta...” (Once upon a time)...until I got older. I realized that some were and some were not when my mom related the story of her uncle known as “Un Vagabondo”. This uncle...(one of many)...left his home when he was a young man.The only things he took with him were a change of clothing and his beloved mandolin. He loved his mandolin. He was gone for years until the day my grandmother heard the sound of that famous mandolin...

Thank you for sharing your poem. It brought me back a few years...the years of a happy childhood.

All the best
Laura🌻

P.S. - He did live
‘happily ever after’! 😊



September 29th, 2020 01:36

Come-a-Day
Laura🌻 said:

Neville,

I truly enjoyed reading this well written poem...
a poem with a wealth of imagery. If a painter were to paint your scripted words, it would be a painting to behold.
An Excellent Piece.
Thank you for sharing your inimitable poetic pen !

All the best

Laura🌻

September 29th, 2020 00:57

Come-a-Day
Goldfinch60 said:

That day will come but hopefully not yet as there is so much life to live but you will always know that person will be there for you - as I do.

Andy

September 29th, 2020 00:41

Making His Way Home
Goldfinch60 said:

Those answers will be there once your beliefs have been fulfilled.

Andy

September 29th, 2020 00:15

Making His Way Home
MendedFences27 said:

Sometimes familiarity becomes the dominant desire. Aging brings a comfort when familiar things are nearby. A return to an an older love can be enhanced by memories and the accustomed approach. As to \"challenging his beliefs,\" the past love now seems a selfish indulgence. \"Truth,\" is the only answer. The \"love song\" will be finished once the harmony is complete. Terrific poem. - Phil A.

September 28th, 2020 16:12

Making His Way Home
Fay Slimm. said:

Love songs need a finish and home seems the place in which they like to end - - a sensitive story of losing direction before finding the right door again......... loved the lilt and the flow of this little gem Nev..........x

September 28th, 2020 08:17

Making His Way Home
orchidee said:

Good write Neville.

September 28th, 2020 05:25

Sleeper
L. B. Mek said:

I can re-read this ten times and find ten new elements to rave about, I admit there is an element to your writing that makes it impossible for me to be impartial in judging its merits, but who cares anyway - I\'m just a simple fan my friend,
brilliant!

September 28th, 2020 05:01

Discarded 2
L. B. Mek said:

I am a fan of your writes, voicing those stripped back and raw wandering thought\'s - simplified for your readers consumable ease,
Value: must be questioned within each afforded avenue, what is worth without comparison or that dwindling timer in the corner of our eyes...
brilliant, just my cup of tea of inevitably distorted: self-introspection musings

September 28th, 2020 04:24

Discarded 2
MendedFences27 said:

What happens to all the thoughts that have been? Some are memorialized in printed form, but what happens to those when paper and ink give way to E-books etc.. Someday in the future there will be no memory of Shakespere etc .. Is there somewhere in the Universe where all the thoughts of Mankind reside?
Enough, all this means is that your poem causes us all to stop and think. Thus, there must be truth within it. Other than that, I\'m feeling like a \"discarded cup\" = Phil A.

September 27th, 2020 18:41

Discarded 2
Dove said:


N ever shall you be forgotten
E very penned poem
V iewed and
I nscribed upon these walls, shall
L ive in our memories
L ong shall they comfort Us, for
E ternity and beyond



September 27th, 2020 06:55

Discarded 2
orchidee said:

You knows I won\'t forget ya! lol.
Pity I shall be remembered for my singing, but that can\'t be helped! hehee.

September 27th, 2020 05:17

Discarded 2
Michael Edwards said:

Even with family once we are no longer within living memory we are no longer but interesting information. I guess at least some of my art and poetry will outlive me. Sombre thoughts for a Sunday. All this aside a great write N.

September 27th, 2020 03:59

Discarded 2
Fay Slimm. said:

The love and care shown will be remembered by those who received when distressed our needed help whatever means used will last forever in hearts and minds if love was behind any action - - a priceless reminder from your insightful pen Nev that naught is discarded that matters to at least one someone somewhere...........x

September 27th, 2020 03:54

Discarded 2
Goldfinch60 said:

We may not be known by all but will be known and loved by those who knew us - that is what is important.
Good one Neville.

Andy

September 27th, 2020 03:29

Sleeper
Goldfinch60 said:

Strong emotive write Neville, she loved them \'til the end though.

Andy

September 27th, 2020 00:48

Sleeper
MendedFences27 said:

Self sacrifice for what? A blatant waste of human life. A sad story indeed and I feel one regretted by all concerned.
You have given this incident a sense of meaning and of love although both are lost in the finale.
\"We called it slaughter\" is closer to the truth. Giving this a clear enlightenment may save a life or two. Heavy poetry to be sure. It takes courage to write of such things.- Phil A.

September 26th, 2020 13:58

Sleeper
Dove said:

Interesting there! Deep and profound! You sure weave some supreme tales!
A hint of mystery always, love it though a bit sad

September 26th, 2020 10:43

All the Ends of Me
Fay Slimm. said:

Powerful imagery makes this write outstanding with its poetic appeal that bruises from dying relationships can be more than painful and those who \"savour\" such aches need plain reminders of who holds most blame. A read to view over again in my faves ........x

September 26th, 2020 03:01



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