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
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
dusk arising said:

magnificent

September 29th, 2020 10:11

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

wonderful first couplet, hooks you in quick
great write!

September 29th, 2020 01:57

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
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
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
orchidee said:

Good write Neville.

September 28th, 2020 05:25

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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

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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

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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

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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
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

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

All the Ends of Me
MendedFences27 said:

\"Bruised\" it seems by a shameless lady of \"sailors and serfs n by lords\" and other indiscretions. Don\'t we all encounter such as her in life and end up a sea of \"contusions\" or worse yet \"a poet.\"
At least the \"poet\" spoke in artistic terms and never mentioned names. A \"poet\" speaks truth and uses words like brush strokes. I will be hanging this one in my gallery. - Phil A.

September 25th, 2020 19:09