Neville

Over The Hill

Over The Hill

 

Over the hill

Not far away

There is an acre

Unfulfilled

 

Tis where indeed

This ache of mine

Lies oft ploughed

Yet rarely tilled

 

 

 

Comments7

  • orchidee

    I thought was on the theme of age - no?! Keep taking the tablets Orchi! A fine write N.

    • Neville

      thank you my friend...

    • sylviasearcher

      I started a poem like that once, it ended with a different kind of ache though

      There was a longing in this one maybe?

      • Neville

        thank you sylviasearcher my friend.... yes, maybe you are write.... there are so many types of ache aren't there.. some aint so bad... some we kinda want a little bit more of and some.. well ...

        • sylviasearcher

          Sigh!

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        • dusk arising

          Indeed we should all acknowledge our allotted acre of desire and tend it with ambition.

          Today we see the sage within you.

          • Neville

            thanks DA.. I was hoping someone might see beyond the obvious.... and what a glorious day it is too... Have a good one mate.. N

          • Fay Slimm.

            That acre sounds familiar my friend cos I have one of those too..........such a clever concept Nev. and writ with beguiling covert.

            • Neville

              beguiling covert are my two middle names... thank you mighty big our Fay...

            • Suresh

              I no longer have a plot of land, thus all I can do is........
              but that's OK too
              no acre, just ache

              Throughly enjoyed this one

              P.S.
              I was granted a wish to tweet-
              In my excitement a typo error-
              ache instead of acre

              Well now I gotta live it- Cest la vie

              • Neville

                thank you my friend .. much appreciated and of course always welcome....

                PS: and truly N

              • Laura🌻

                Neville,

                An interesting and thought provoking write! Many interpretations to be considered!

                ~Laura~

                • Neville

                  let me know when you arrive at a conclusion... thank you my friend..

                  Neville

                  • Laura🌻

                    If I do, I’ll share...

                    You’re very welcome...

                  • MendedFences27

                    Time to break new ground. Nothing grows on plowed land, except wild things. Proper care must be given to grow the intended crop.
                    Short and very allegorical. I love the breadth of meaning/s: Land and desire, aging and desire, growth and status-quo, work and idleness, etc. Let's all take the time to nurture our relationships. - Phil A.

                    • Neville


                      You visiting this particular post from almost exactly a year ago is very much appreciated Phil, as is your understanding of it sir....

                      ... Neville



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