Thinking Backwards
If I die now
At least you will
Have read me
And that feels good
As good as when we
Showered
In the forest
With only a bucket
And sun warm rain
Between us
But weren’t those
The days
Laying leafy and curled
Mid canopy filtered
Solar rays
And shyness behind us
The kind of days
Poets crave and
Films are made of
Too golden for eyes
And just a splash of green
Both here and there
To finger and caress
I used to smoke back then
Remember
But crave you now
More than I ever did
Those Marlboro’s
Funny isn’t it
I often think about
Our little echoes
And where all those
Smoke rings went
And do you ever wonder
What happened to our laughter
I know I very often do ……
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Author:
Neville (
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I like to spash a bit of green about the place, espcially if it's in the forest and isn't it where those echoes found you wrapped around those rigns of smoke dancing under the caopy of life, love and the remembering how to forge ahead searching and recapturing yourseld in those smoke ring. God bless, brother...!!!
Thank you kindly Kevin.. hope you are feeling much better today.... Neville
Better days come around not often enough, but life is good, my friend..!!
shall keep my fingers crossed for a shed load of them better ones for ya.... N
That's very warming to read. Thank you...
A good write Neville.
thank you kindly orchidee..
You expertly set the scene of past love in wonderful happenings that are never forgotten. I could feel that shower of sun-warmed forest rain -- - - another sigh of a write and delightful read.
Cor blimey ma'am what a bloomin treasure you are..... Always appreciated and ever welcome..... N
Thank you a load...........'tis good feeling treasured kind sir.
Blimey, how you brought to mind love in the woodlands over Elan valley and a shower of naked rainfall.
Golden moments recalled and forgotten pieces of the jigsaw that is life.... pieces lost forever in places we can no longer go.
A beautiful, joyous poem of recollection and reflective sadness.
there ya go.. you can see write through me.... cheers & all that jazz mate... and truly meant... N
A wonderful reflective poem...though it seems sad in the last part when wondering where the laughter went....Really great one!
Thank you kindly Christina & true..... Neville
My pleasure....C
I can’t explain it but your poems always put me in a trance! And I enjoy every bit of it.
what a delightful thing to say .. thank you so much...... Neville
Those times of loving in the past are so wonderfully appreciated.
I was wondering whether you might be in to roost before I laid my weary head to rest.... Cheers GF60 ..... Neville
Lovely evocative words
Bless ya my friend... music to my ears..... Neville
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