Comments received on poems by Neville



Je Riviens by Worth
orchidee said:

A fine write N. It\'s some cheap scent from the Pound Shop for me. As in a comedy prog - \'This smells like ferret pee\' Ooh lol. Woof - started Fido off now! yet we do associate smells (and pongs?) with certain people and/or places.

March 11th, 2019 04:09

Not Just Any Words
sylviasearcher said:

Indeed!

March 11th, 2019 03:13

Misrepresentation
sylviasearcher said:

Third eyes huh?
Best closed.

Funny how sometimes we are acutely aware of how amidst the social constructs of our being we feel mis-represented. Somehow people see this other version of us. Not the version we ever intended at all?


Not sure even a third eye would help?
Or maybe it would? Maybe I have my third eye closed?

My brain hurts that’s for sure!

No wonder a forest with no people is so appealing!

Poignant write on the disappointment of interactive perception

March 11th, 2019 02:52

Misrepresentation
Goldfinch60 said:

Confusion often reigns and can lead to awful times but when the confusion is cleared all can be well.

March 11th, 2019 01:25

Misrepresentation
Suresh said:

Expectations vs Reality

March 10th, 2019 13:14

Misrepresentation
FineB said:

Hello Neville,

A poignant and good poem.

Empathy with others especially different from ourselves is indeed a quality we all need to work on

Keep writing FineB!

March 10th, 2019 12:15

Misrepresentation
Michael Edwards said:

Very poignant read and then I came to the last line - I just loved it.

March 10th, 2019 08:37

Misrepresentation
Neville said:

Never mind, maybe it’ll come to you when you least expect it... thanks for checking in...

March 10th, 2019 08:30

Misrepresentation
Poetic Dan said:

Hum I\'m confused I must say, even after a few trys. Must be missing my third eye ;)

March 10th, 2019 08:25

Misrepresentation
Fay Slimm. said:

A case of misunderstanding may be behind many an upset - - I love the poignancy and added mystery in the phrase you use in the final stanza Nev. \"He forgot he wore a wheelchair\" - -- how heart-tuggingly poetic is that. - Fay x

March 10th, 2019 06:43

Misrepresentation
Neville said:

Gotta laugh though don\'t cha.. thank you sir...

March 10th, 2019 06:42

Misrepresentation
orchidee said:

A fine write N. Yes, some misrepresented me when they told others I could sing! lol.

March 10th, 2019 06:27

Not Just Any Words
Goldfinch60 said:

They will sail through the ether forever.

March 10th, 2019 01:05

Not Just Any Words
orchidee said:

It\'s a pity I might sing (probably will) in poetic abundance, but there ya go - can\'t be helped! Unless I\'m gagged.lol.

March 9th, 2019 11:51

Not Just Any Words
JaydeVictoria said:

A very motivational write, it reminds of this...
Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance
I don\'t know why it does
Brilliant write N!
:)

March 9th, 2019 07:31

Not Just Any Words
dusk arising said:

Aye sir, from the roof tops let the words ring out. Like the wind through the forest greenery. As an echo resounding through the eons of space. And louder still within our minds.

The word is with you N.

March 9th, 2019 05:56

Not Just Any Words
Michael Edwards said:

I feel a storming of Parliament coming on - I\'ll be there with you with my banner reading: RELEASE THE WORDS. Or something like that. Good un Neville.

March 9th, 2019 05:39

Not Just Any Words
Neville said:

thank you Fay and muchly so..... and of course true........ N

March 9th, 2019 05:04

Not Just Any Words
Fay Slimm. said:

A lovely and fresh invitation to let go our confines and shout words aloud in poetic abundance. A goody read of encouragement for the weekend my friend.- -and true.

March 9th, 2019 05:01

Boudoir
Goldfinch60 said:

Super write Neville, integrity was never an issue with some people.

March 9th, 2019 01:26

Unfinished
Fay Slimm. said:

Re-read this unfinished melody to lost moments just now and can relate to its essence in more ways than I knew - - - - A moment on Monet’s palette

A sigh of Cohen breath\" - what better metaphor can you keep in your memory -

March 8th, 2019 14:14

Boudoir
MendedFences27 said:

What a room, what a scene, What a moment in time. Youth squanders many a moment, but some last forever.
Your poem stirs the imagination. Does such a room truly exist? The lady in question cannot be questioned. The \"Boudoir\" is unique as is your poem. Loved the colorations in it. - Phil A.

March 8th, 2019 10:56

Boudoir
Michael Edwards said:

Never seen lacquered walls and can only guess at the type of women - super write nonetheless.

March 8th, 2019 08:32

Boudoir
dusk arising said:

Hmm reminds me of Les Dawson describing the decor in the Paris brothel where he played piano. Strangely he never talked about the ladies or his wage.

Getting shackled for shekels isn\'t the same as real love but... in for a penny, in for a pounding.

March 8th, 2019 06:05

Boudoir
dusk arising said:

Hmm reminds me of Les Dawson describing the decor in the Paris brothel where he played piano. Strangely he never talked about the ladies or his wage.

Getting shackled for shekels isn\'t the same as real love but... in for a penny, in for a pounding.

March 8th, 2019 05:50

Boudoir
orchidee said:

Ooh what am I doing creeping around, having a look in this boudoir? What would I know of such places? I\'m a dark horse, remember. A sneaky \'Tee Hee\'.

March 8th, 2019 05:01

Boudoir
Fay Slimm. said:

The scene - penned so well has a certain poignancy added as a finalé -- those kinda women are best left within lacquered walls doncha think? A tender feel despite losing naiveity in this clever write Nev. .

March 8th, 2019 04:45

Prolet
Goldfinch60 said:

Very good write Neville.

March 8th, 2019 02:00

Prolet
Neville said:

I feel that I should write something profound, like how these words have let you down.. but I know it has nothing to do with these words

I would like to say things will improve and you will fell joy again and pleasure etc

However, I know that I can only hope such things.... And true...

March 7th, 2019 15:42

Prolet
sylviasearcher said:

I used to get excited at the first sight of little green buds on trees.

I used to wonder who else noticed them and felt the same funny little joy.

It used to remind me of renewal and hope and beauty and wonder. Of Mother Nature and her endless rhythms and endurance, painting her beauty across the seasons, in spite of the state of the world.

Some how I just can’t feel it right now, but I tried and I felt a little bit sad for the loss of it.

March 7th, 2019 15:28



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