All that is now known
To exist
Between night and day
Hangs
In the balance
Delicate
As individual
Shards of broken glass
Like snowflakes falling
Silent
Upon a hushed
Sunday morning sidewalk
But all that now means
Nothing does it
Hark the lover harken
Come listen
To the wind song
Calling
Filled to brimming
With lies and false laughter
Then note a blemish on
Horizon
Wild as tea leaves
Each stirred blindly
Into chilled spring morning
Sunlight golden
Starlings dance another
Perfect murmeration
Then they too are gone
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Author:
Neville (
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This is quite quite beautiful Neville. Sight of such wonderful things as the starling mumuration brings to mind how easily we take for granted the gift of sight, our most dominant of senses.
I wish you well in this trying time.
It is good to see your words here again..... particularly when so excellent as this piece.
Into my favourites.
You really are too kind my friend, but I assure you, truly appreciated too... My eyes could still be a lot better, but I must not grumble.. Hope you are well sir and that goes for all those you love and hold dear...… Neville
These words of love's changing face are charged with such imagery that readers will not only "harken" but have hearts tugged with its appeal. So good to have you back posting again Neville and a very warm welcome.
Thank you so very bloomin much dear Fay I am as always, so grateful for your support, your insight and your kind comments....
Neville x
I hearkened to this fine write N.
I'm about to read of 'seeing, but not seeing', as in not seeing or perceiving with our minds. It can apply to spiritual and to natural things.
Hope all is well.
Hello O.. may thank you's sir for visiting my latest scribble tis appreciated I can tell ya.... Things could be better but must not grumble..... Still told to avoid scribing and sitting in front of monitor...N
Wonderful piece, things can disappear so quickly and only once gone do we notice. There is beauty in your words, coupled with a heavy heart it feels. Saving this one because it reminds me to slow down, that life is important, those small wonders
Thank you
I am thrilled by your visit and the comment you have so graciously left behind.... N
You are very welcome, all words were greatly deserved for such a lovely write
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