Two Weeks in July
It’s like talking to a brick wall
He said
But there was far mortar her
And life
Than she would ever let on ..
Then they laughed
And
She gave him those two weeks
In July
………………………Sheer abandon
The colours
Gold and blue
The craziness of it all and shared
The loving still
So very well remembered
Now saved in a vault of recollection
Well shared they were and true
And crazy strong, then August hit
And she was gone….
Later, he would find her trowel
Placed it seems, behind a pillow
Maybe
……………. To collect another day
No one knows precisely when
It dawned on him
Cement exactly what she said
When they first met
Whether two weeks or a fortnight
We are talking
Fourteen days and nights no more
Love me but never fall in love with me
I am just passing through, she said ..
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: July 27th, 2020 07:04
- Comment from author about the poem: ....................................... on reflection, she was nothing but rubble
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Comments8
The painful realization of temporary oneness shoots all through this read when discovered in the last line is the rubble of ill-met abandon. I love the clever usage of "mortar" and "cement" as understandable slang - - top notch writing again Nev............x
am glad ya got those two sneakees our Fay.. seems I am so transparent, you can see write through me.... x
Yup - - see right through ya I can - - - - Tis easy cos ya know what they say about great minds thinking alike !!
Good write Neville.
I was somewhat bothered about the timing - would it be the first two weeks of July, or the last two weeks? The latter maybe, as it moves on to August.
Oh I dunno - it's a quarter past Summer already this year! lol. Hope I can meet her?!
It was the end of July.. well deduced ... and if she finds you, I wish you well....... π·cheers
Neville
*Staggers back in amazement at my powers of deduction!* lol.
There is so much in here and plain to see it contains references which are unique the the relationship. Great word play in verse one.
With trowel in hand methinks this was a relationship one would never cement though time would tell if there remained a bond.
Fun and fondness of this reminiscence shine from your post. So good to put a memory into words where it come alive again with every read as we fade into our later years.
Again, reading your work is a pleasure.
Well I just can not thank you enough DA and your take on these words of mine is cannily uncanny sir.... πππ· All Good Things,
Neville
Hi Neville,
Great π write β.
Some memories are so treasured.
Keep safe and writing β during these challenging times.
FineB
Thank you FineB .. yes, where would we be without them .. and of course, you too my friend.
Neville
Reminded me of the song, "We'll sing in the Sunshine...........Then I'll be on my way." Gale Garnett 1964. But only 2 weeks? Yikes, she was a fast mover. And yet still remembered. Love the masonry context that you built throughout, Sometimes people do mean just what they say. Terrific poem. - Phil A.
I shall look up & listen to that song sir, I am not yet familiar with it, or if I am, the title and the artist name presently elude me..
Yeah, two weeks and that was it, she was the kind of free spirit that would drive a man wild.. Glad you noticed & pointed out, excuse the pun those builder/masonry terms Phil...
Stay both safe n well,
Neville
It may only have been two weeks but those memories will stay with you and maybe, just maybe, she will com back for the trowel.
Andy
Hey Andy, one can only live in hope my friend... in the meantime & with fingers crossed, I just need to get summat off me chest and its a bloomin big thank you sir for popping in this fine mane...
Neville
really appreciate your nuanced control throughout, unravelling your narrative with subtle lines of choice phrases
immersive, sensitive and layered with poignant imagery
...................... and I, your sensitive, reasoned and encouraging review my friend, Cheers
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