Let’s Talk Scars
All the women I have ever loved
Or indeed
I have ever truly wanted
Without so much
As a single or a solitary exception
For in truth
There never really was
That many
Bear scars of one sort, or another
However, only some were visible
Let’s say public …
Whereas others were more covert
And yes, discrete
Some were deep and some more
Shallow
Some were broad and others narrow
Then there
Were those, all the weirdo’s and the wino’s
Would talk about in bars
The personal and the private ones, that is
Hey honey, let’s talk scars
Over breakfast, lunch and afternoon tea ..
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Neville (
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I best meet a gal or two then, to discuss these matters. Do I ever meet them?! lol.
............................ I dunno.. you tell me .. but in the meantime .. am gonna thank you any way ..
I umm and ahh, and don't seem to get round to meeting these lassies. Should I? Will it do me any good?!
Probably do you the world of good
You’ve certainly put me on the road to a heavy dose of introspection….Thanks Neville.
........... tis a journey you will only ever regret if you decide to take abstracts from it and post .....
Cheers DD and truly ..................... Neville
Yeh - message received and understood, Neville.
Just like to add (since this one continues to work on me) that I took the meaning to be the scars I may have inflicted on women I’ve been close to. I can only confirm that they survived, reconciliation to some degree, recompense where possible….life is untidy sometimes…
The scars always show up. Just as you say, some are well concealed and some confront from day one.
The weirdos and wino's will tell you who scarred their still perfect selves which lurk behind their sorrows.
Me? Afraid of my reflection!
............................................ A most welcome and much appreciated visit .. many thanks DA ...
Neville
I love your poem, Neville. I guess the only one without scars is a newborn baby. But it is the scars that make us interesting and feeling alive. A body/mind without scars is like a soup without salt.
.... Right said Fred ... I think you are probably absolutely write say's Ned ... cheers mate .... N
We all have scars but each scar can be eroded as we move onto a better life where all the scars disappear.
Andy
Now that would, without doubt, indeed be infinitely cool ....... thanks Andy .. and have a FAB Sunday sir .............
'I read your words and faces visit
with accusatory tones coiled upon sullen tongues, behind
their tight-lipped restraint, of resolve,
ah my friend what a cupboard of skeletons you've shaken loose
with your subtle words of truth,
I shall choose your path then, and bravely look back
at those once adoring eyes,
communing within memory's vocabulary
release a deep sigh of ashamed belated realisation, then
simply whisper my apologies
to those forgiving clouds of hope
within this breeze of accountability;
dear sisters, forgive me: I offer no shirking excuses for my brazen youthful deeds
just my eyes, now singed within humility's tears..'
forgive me my friend I must have missed this post somehow, came looking for a dose of your poetic subtle brilliance, and as seemingly always - you delivered beyond my wildest hopes!
a brilliant write my friend, thank you for inspiring my feeble reply, though in actuality its probably the best thing I've penned in a long while
......... I am much more than merely honoured by your most encouraging and uplifting review my very dear friend ........ Many massive thank you's are on their way to you write now .........................
Neville
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