Broken
The night arrived on time
Dark and desperate
Descending sweet yet tainted
Like black treacle
Cracked as old stained glass
Upon an empty table
Pain weary and measured
In the weight of dried fruit and
Petals of flowers strewn
Reed like tall and proud
Tho yesterday we were bowed
Seriously bent bruised and bled
Twas then we ached aloud
Broke eternal
Pon both linen sheet and cloud
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2020 07:20
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You did again Nev. - - A sad medley of inventive imagery which captivates then culminates in achingly close togetherness - a tear-jerker for readers this intriguing read.
Hello Fay, what a very kind and encouraging little note you left for me earlier today... Many sincere thanks blowin your way 😎🍷x
My pleasure as ever and no mistake Nev...............
Streuth Neville this is a dark picture but oh my so beautifully painted/penned.
Though i don't imply that you are a 'dark' minded personality, this is you at your best mate.
You are most welcome to consider and peruse any time my friend... and he thanks ya for it so he does and mightily... Cheers Andy my good friend
Neville
Erm.. who is Andy?
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Really felt the weight of this - a finely crafted work.
I am honoured that you should think so.. thank you Michael and truly..
Neville
Really enjoyed this one Nev twas very deep.
How mightily kind of you Saxon Crow, I am most grateful to you....
Neville
Wonderful dark write Neville but once those clouds have passed the light will shine again.
Andy
You lend a little bit o light most mornings Goldie and I thank you for it sir....
Neville
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