Forsaken
High and frail
Like notes
Picked
From an old
Overstrung
Mandolin
She moans
Fragile
And crushed
Discarded
And
Disregarded
Like old reptile skins
So now she
Tends to dwell on
History
Of what once was
Or might have been
Some folk
Call them memories
Now loosely bound
To earth
By so many
Disenchanted fantasies
She can but dream
Most days though
She simply envies
The inevitability of
Death
The enormity of it
And yes
The absolute
Certainty of it
But will it mean
An end to everything
She asks ...
She begs and hopes
And prays it does
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With special thanks to 'Mended Fences' for making me look again at these words ….
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Those who feel forsaken would be prey to sad memories and to despair - - you verse it so well here Nev with words like "overstrung" - -- a deep and dark read that gets under the skin.................. x
Hey Fay, I am honoured by your words gifted to me here today & thank you for them, truly.. This is one of those that I feel a tinkering might one day be necessary.... Have a warm, safe and otherwise blessed weekend,
Neville
A fine write Neville.
Shall I ruin the atmosphere of the poem by saying 'Should I meet her?' (heehee).
Within the context of 'her' now being deceased and correspondingly no longer with us.. I presume you would prefer me to refrain from responding Orchidee..
However, I do sincerely thank you for the compliment sir.
All Good Things,
Neville
Oops, sorry, no offence. I was taking this a fictional write.
Whether "Forsaken " in love or in life, she has reached the breaking point of suffering and sees death as a viable alternative. This is dark and moving.
Particularly enjoyed "like old reptile skin" and :Disenchanted fantasies".- Phil A.
Many thanks Phil, a much appreciate take on these words, you are pretty darn near the mark too sir.
Neville
One senses the nobility of aging here. The jewel of memories set against uncertainty and challenged frailty of faith in a hereafter.
Deeply sensitive writing from you which will reach the spot with all beyond their middle years.
Good Sunday mane my friend.. thank you sir for taking the time to consider these words.. I am delighted by your encouraging and perspective... this one is sadly very close to home and although of course it needed to be written, I have a feeling I shall wince every time I visit them again....
Neville
Wonderful words Neville. There are people out there who do feel like this, it is a shame that some cannot see it and pull them from the brink.
Andy
Hi Andy..... many thanks to you this golden Sunday mane.. you are quite right.. tis such a darn shame.. but I guess, it has and might always be the case.... Have a good day sir...
Neville
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