A Cautious Distance

Neville

A Cautious Distance

 

A cautious distance

Is what her instincts

Say she must afford

Fearing above all else

What her dear café

Friends  

Might make of it

Interpret

Frown upon

Or indeed applaud

Answers on a postcard please

Or call me

You have my number……..

 

Those vicious rants

So despised

Yet so very oft adored

Poor poets one and all

So would he….

Might he……...

Must he……….

Throw it all away

For a handful of poems

And a promise

Answers on a postcard please

Or call me

You have my number………

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2019 04:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments6

  • dusk arising

    ..postcard text...
    Dear poet, saw you in the cafe drooling over a really timid looking lady. I thought to myself.... why doesn't he send her a love note with a small gift ..."Roses are red, violets are blue, the ice cream heres lovely, this ones for you"

    Would you, should you, could you?

    • Neville

      who knows, maybe....

      Cheers DA.. I feel well and truly indulged this fine mane.... Neville

    • Fay Slimm.

      A weekend tale of entanglement which threatens order and told with panache........... answer ( but sans the postcard) - - - when in doubt think seriously about that cautious distance and handfuls of promise.

      • Neville

        absolutely Fay and who would have it any other way..... enjoy your Sunday my friend, and thank you.. N

        • Fay Slimm.

          I shall to do just that thank you Nev. and same back to you ...................... Fay x

        • orchidee

          Would she meet me?!

          • Neville

            maybe.. but in the meantime, thanks... N

          • MendedFences27

            They say that normal personal space is four feet. I want to know where? Have they not flown economy? Today's youth want to know, "What the hell is a postcard?" Oh yeah, and they don't call, they text. So yeah, these days one must resist nature and remain aloof. Apparently the danger outweighs the reward. Never speak to a stranger, they may be a serial killer, terrorist, pervert, religious fanatic, or even a politician, Probably better to just stay home and not go to cafes unless you are looking for trouble.
            Now your poem calls into question a lot of social norms concerning space, intimacy, technology, and the postal system. Frankly, it's just too much bother going anywhere these days. At least, you do not have to consider if you should bring your gun. Anyone for ice cream? - Phil A.

            • Neville

              cor blimey guvnor.. many thanks for the thoroughly well reasoned and detailed comments you have left for me.... ice cream will do nicely cheers, Neville

            • Goldfinch60

              Those questions remain unanswered until that cautious distance becomes closer.

              • Neville

                thanks for popping in sir.. tis always appreciated... N

              • Suresh

                It's always been a cautious distance -
                All the poems recited in mind alone

                My intentions were never sent out, so, no postcard expected

                • Neville

                  thank you my friend... N



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