Unfinished
This Poem is a song
For you
Without a tune
A testament
A symphony
Of lost moments
Fragmented like the
Splinters of a
Fractured shot glass
How I long and yearn
And ache for thee
My friend
To be whole again
As once we were
Like one
Yet still led blindly
To bend you naked
Stretched and
Taught as canvas
Then taste and think
Of all those
Things important
Château la tour and acid
Love death god and sex
Yes my god with a
Small G as always
Then dare to hold me
As I struggle and tightly
Make my next moment
A moment on Monet’s palette
A sigh of Cohen breath
Do not mention
Love tho
For you would only spoil it
This moment our moment
This here and this now moment
Rejoice instead and lay
Upon me as a friend or
As indeed a lover might
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: for a friend...and without clutter.................
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Comments7
Well it's an option...
Love the hopeful title
Great write again Neville
thank you kindly, thank you true, Andrew & many of em..... Neville
Should I try some of this?! How come you finished this poem, if it's called Unfinished? heehee.
tis a fair cop guv'nor .. I just dont have a clue... ta though.. N
To be whole and in the moment comes through clearly in this plea for friendship that need not be love - a piece to read over again - good this thought is and true that close friendship should never be finished. A compelling read Nev. .
thank you kindly dear Fay for your smashing & otherwise well reasoned response to my Thursday morning scribble.... Have a great day my friend..... N x
I found this quite an intrigue,
Do not mention love, but lay as lover might?
It sounds like it was something you did not want to end. Unfinished?
I like a bit of intrigue... thank you sylviasearcher... and maybe, just maybe you are not too far of the mark.... maybe... N
Great write.
Make my next moment
A moment on Monet’s palette.
Magical lines.
Thank you Michael.. you did cross my mind when I posted these words.... N
Rejoice indeed.
Yes, I might just give that a try, thank you....
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 -
Bless ya Fay and true.....
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