Singular I’s
The more
I think
I think
About us
Then the
More I realise
There is no
Us, is there
Today we
Are no more
Than a pair of
Singular I’s
Oh’ and a few
Loosely scattered
Obsolete were’s
For good measure
That’s all
We are now
Summed up
On a lonely page
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Author:
Neville (
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cheers sir and all that bloomin jazz.... N 🙂
Sad but inevitable the procession from nearness to singular when love gets forgotten and lonely wings in.......... a telling write Nev and penned with your usual short-line style it has such a poignant feel....................... Fay
many thanks from here to there Fay..... N x
Doh! I'm all in a tizzy.
Am I 'I', 'Me'. 'or 'Myself'? Or am I 'You'?
Nope, I can't be you, cos you are you!
I'm digging this hole deeper, and I'm in it.... lol.
(Take a purple pill or two, Orchi).
thank you orchidee... sounds like a good idea...
You know you just snapped my attention with the formatting.
The lonely page
My favourite line 😊
That's good to hear.. thank you
Oh I thought you might say that that was obvious?
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Hi Neville,
A wonderful, imaginative write.
Keep writing FineB
Thank you FineB, I intend to try...... N
Singularly good write Neville
😊
thank you sir.... N
A bit of a sad write for today but very well penned.
thanks Christina...
I very much enjoy the formatting of your poems, they’re always so appealing to the eyes.
How very kind of you, so thank you kindly..... N
Wonderfully emotive write Neville.
Bless you Goldie my friend.... N
Beautifully written, elegant yet simple
How very kind SerenWise, many thanks to you... N
In reality it's always been only an "I", the we and the us was are imposed relationships.
No regrets
Well I never did... good to hear and good to hear from you Suresh my friend... and thank you... N
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