Never Not Once
She never once saw
The true blue of his
Eyes
She was far too busy
Crying
She never once heard
Him read his poems
Out loud
She was far too busy
Denying
She never once felt
His fingertips and lips
Between
Her shoulder blades
She was far too busy
Conspiring
She never once tasted
His true salt
Nor the soil of him
Vaguely
Reminiscent of both
Pine forest and sea
She was far too busy
Being angry and
Drowning in self pity
Now of course
She never can or will
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Neville (
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He wasn't called a blue-eyed boy for nothing, ya know! (as the saying goes). Now sadly she has lost it all. A fine write N.
Thank you Orchidee and true..
Did he taste salty or bitter?
It’s funny isn’t it that idea if what we sense from another?
Do we ever really really see another person and understand and know them?
I wonder if it is even possible?
What we see or hear or taste or touch ... our perception will always have a bias ... no matter how hard we try to deny it?
You ma'am are bang on..... thank you for considering these words and your subsequent wonderings...... That's my new word for today by the way....
Isn’t that what we all do?
Wonder?
Maybe.. I do so wonder...
One of my colleagues gets annoyed when people write I wondered in reports.
I think wondering is more honest than assuming I know ...
I wholeheartedly agree... colleagues eh' who would have em....
of course they do... dont we all
I accidentally deleted the comment you responded to whilst trying to edit a typo...
So everyone will have to wonder the thing you have attributed to we all...
and................
Such an emotive write Neville. Sometimes we just cannot see into the real soul of people, some do not even try.
Andy.
bloomin true mate... so bloomin true... cheers. N
Good morn to you Nev. The sadness in these lines shows how self-pity can destroy the reality love brings to a close relationship -- you have nailed it again and true my friend.......................
Bless ya Fay and more than..... N
That's why the lady is a ......
So it looks like we met some of the same girls along the way..... The last one of this ilk taught me to feel insignificant.
Great piece telling of male stupidity in falling for unattainable self appointed madonnas. Long live madonnas.
thank you for such a well reasoned response my friend... yes, it seems highly probable and increasingly so that we shared the DNA of half a dozen or so....... 🙂
This is a really great write, Neville! Sad write but so well done!
Thanks Christina... much appreciated as always my friend...
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