Best Before See Date
You might well call me
Out of date
Just because
My fingers now form
Obsolete chord structures
Upon and in the air
Where they remain
Fixed like catatonic and
Invisible statues
Within disturbed ether
Yes precisely there
Where the very breath
Of you sighing claws back
Unfamiliar harmonics
From vaguely familiar
Yesterdays
Vacuum packed embraces
Sterile kisses
Pon freckled faces
Smiling …………………….x
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Neville (
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Thats the stuff dreams are dreamed in. A somehow distant 'cotton wooley' recollection of what happened in REM sleep..... eludes us for we dream in delta and theta waves (i think).
If i am 100 miles off the mark - apologies. I felt the whole of your piece today was alike attempting, on waking, to return to a lovely dream.
your take on these words is so much appreciated my friend.. I just love the way words can be variously interpreted... and no... not a hundred miles off mark.. not by a long chalk..... Neville
Aww, why they call you out of date? Or you mean me?! heehee.
who knows the world is fast these days...
Oohh yes I know. So fast, that one day I was going to the shops, and met someone going the opposite way home - it was me! lol.
The pathos in these tender lines Nev. tells of past yesteryear-embraces with such haunting words - - a beguiling write which touches this reader's heart.
and they become as poems,
timeless
without the ache and sorrows futile
Bless you Fay as ever, always..... Neville
Age has a way of putting us in a catatonic state, and leaves us a cauldron of memories
Absolutely, and when seasoned nicely, they go down a treat.... cheers Suresh
As our age increases our reaction slow and become stationery but the mind climbs on to the joys of the passed which gives us succour within our aging minds.
you always make me smile GF60... and for that and your wise words, I thank ya kindly...
Love has no best before Nville it grows sweeter like a fine wine...
Your poetry gets better and better all the time this is sublime
Aw gawsh & shucks and stuff like that.. now you got me head a swelling Andrew.. but I thank you sir and true.... Neville
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