Ghosts & Shells
We don’t need to be
Reminded
We are poets after all
There are certain words
That need
No explanation
But rather
Leave one breathless
Gasping
Now tho we are nothing
More than
Strangers on a landing
Mere ghosts and shells
Of our former selves gone
Like footprints on the shore
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2019 03:07
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Real poets need no admiration but feed on word-mindfulness which is a gift........... former selves fade when the Muse takes central stage. Such a good first read of my day - - thanks Nev............ x
far too kind for words thou art...... Neville
Fantastic last lines my friend, brilliantly done but what else would we expect 😉
Thank you Dan.. you are most kind..... Neville
Real poets need no admiration (Fay just said that), so.... this is a load of rubbish! lol.
I must be in a mood. I forgot me Horlicks last night!
Woof! Fido said I've not quite got the hang of comments. heehee.
You can descend on my poems like a ton of bricks. I got me umbrella for when the bricks fall on me.
I am beginning to wonder whether you are paraphrasing Fay, or suffering from a literary form of echolalia.... until I am satisfied I have the correct diagnosis, I suggest you only increase your daily dose of pills to double...... N
good luck...
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Poetry is a wonderful avenue of expression as you my friend superbly illustrate thank you
I am truly delighted by your very kind comment , many thanks indeed..... Neville
Words of the Poets mature with age, like all fine things in life.
Once penned, the world to read for eternity.
Ghosts and Shells - in the caldron of numbers, but not you.
thank you for checking in Suresh tis appreciated... Neville
I knew a lady recently who's memories were erased within a fortnight just like your analogy. I know i will not be remembered there (messed up by serious prescribed drugs and therapies).
Strangers on a landing is an amazing phrase. Though i think we are all barnacled children. Were my mirror on the landing then sure... there would be a stranger there. Intriguing read.
an intriguing read is more than adequate, thank you... Neville
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