Sleeper
Time flies quicker
Than the ache it tries to shake off
In spite of that tho’
She lost count and forgot
Just how many bows
She had fashioned with black ribbon
Since they rang her, and the shit hit the fan
They call it divine intervention
Some said it was a cull
We called it slaughter ..
Some described her as a termagant
But she was still somebodies daughter
My word, she was more than just his wife
She really was unique
Two conch shells filled with Semtex
Strapped to her breasts
And yes, she was smiling, even chewing gum
Despite a dozen fallen sparrows at her feet
Tell me darling, before you go, he begged
What is the worst thing about here ..
Leaving you, she said is the worst thing by far
But I must go my love, for I am many things ..
Most of which, you do not have a clue
So kiss the kids goodbye from me ..
Pray tell them that I love them and I love you too
Those were her last words, he was able to recall ...
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Author:
Neville (
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Interesting there! Deep and profound! You sure weave some supreme tales!
A hint of mystery always, love it though a bit sad
Yes my friend, very sad indeed ... no matter what tho, it does not go away when we close our eyes .. I am so glad though you felt able to comment here today... tis muchly appreciated and then some ..
Self sacrifice for what? A blatant waste of human life. A sad story indeed and I feel one regretted by all concerned.
You have given this incident a sense of meaning and of love although both are lost in the finale.
"We called it slaughter" is closer to the truth. Giving this a clear enlightenment may save a life or two. Heavy poetry to be sure. It takes courage to write of such things.- Phil A.
Thank you kindly Phil and as always, much appreciated too.. In truth, I was not sure whether to post this or not ..
the inspiration originally came to me during a chance meeting with the husband in a bush café when I was working as a volunteer in an African psychiatric hospital ..
Neville
Strong emotive write Neville, she loved them 'til the end though.
Andy
Faith hope and love make the world go round as you well know Andy .. who needs hatred, anger, lies and Semtex eh' .... Bless you my friend and enjoy what is left of the weekend ...
... Neville
I can re-read this ten times and find ten new elements to rave about, I admit there is an element to your writing that makes it impossible for me to be impartial in judging its merits, but who cares anyway - I'm just a simple fan my friend,
brilliant!
I am so bloomin seriously honoured that you take the time to visit my words L.B and truly can not thank you enough my fine literary friend ...
... Neville
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