Insidious
All that exists
Between
My night and
Your day
Now hangs in
The balance
A broad circle
Of insidious
Shifting
Light shadows
And
Very few of
Them are Smiling
How on earth
Did all that
Happen
How did our love
Become
So fragile
Like a spent
Chrysalis
Amid so much
Suffering
When and where
Did we go wrong
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2020 13:22
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Comments7
I doubt she will answer you with honesty. They like to come across as enigmatic... so be prepared to hear that she doesn't like your after-shave any longer.
Interesting read to play with ones mind. I felt left suspended in mid air.... will we see a resolving piece from you?
You're being enigmatic now though.
Hello DA my fine literary friend.. Many thanks for visiting these words.. I kind off like the fact you felt suspended, I just hope you were not left feeling too frustrated by them, in the absence of a definitive answer, or conclusion.... I like enigmas......Take care and stay well..... Neville
A good write N. Based on fiction or non-fiction?
If fiction - should I meet her?! lol.
Thanking you Orchidee and true... or false as the case may be, maybe..... Stay both well and safe Steven...
Neville
The fragility of love can be so unreal and so misunderstood Neville.
Andy
Tis mighty true sir... Thank you & take care and stay safe out there my friend
Neville
Impressive imagery used in the doleful unfinishment of this reflective poem - - love has a habit of ending this way my friend.................
tis a relief to know that I am not on my own, dear Fay.... thank you and then some....
Neville .. oh' and stay both safe and well throughout these trying times x
Beautifully written
A much appreciated visit and gratefully received.. Many sincere thank you's SerenWise… Stay both well and safe out there ..
Neville
Life is a series of changes. All things are in motion, uncontrollably. Love can grow or fade depending on how life and people change. The pain is a product of Love's depth. All love is not the same, some feel it more deeply than others. Your poem stages the "suffering" felt by one who loved intensely. No one went wrong. It's just one of life's changes, but it still hurts. _ Phil A.
thank you kindly Phil,
stay safe...
Neville
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