Some Things Should Not be Forgot
Do you remember
those perfect
small unbroken circles
Lightly traced
back on back
like a figure of eight …
It was then
While wrapped in the
hug
of his silhouette
She could forget
For a moment about
Dylan,
blue robin eggs
and of course
those famous French
cigarettes …
Yes, at least for a while,
she maybe just could
After all,
it was only the husk
of her shadow
that was filled with
regret …
But nevertheless,
she still forced a smile
at a glimpse
of the sheen on a fledgling
wheatears cheek …
Hey, someone asked
in a black tie
and frock-coat
Had you ever seen eyes
quite so wisteria blue,
or for that matter
shoulders so bronzed
and so strong
they all chorused …
But by then, the moment
had past,
She had gone to pay homage
and respect
to a memory for which
she still held a glow …
Although to this day
the shadow it cast
followed on in her wake
like an old smitten craft
rowed home, but ever so slow …
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments5
Gotta be one of your very best this reflection of the unforgettable held in love's sweet memory. - - a truly touching read Nev. and now in my list of favourites.
Well pon my very word, wot can this old fella say except Bless ya Fay n truly ...
... Neville
Wonderful words Neville, those memories will always be there.
Andy
.............................. Thank you so very bloomin much Andy ......................... Neville
Good write Neville.
Did I forget to remember this lass? I've hundreds in my little red book! lol
Now now Mr. O ... you gonna get a pimple on ya tongue if you keep tellin porky pies ... cheers tho' regardless ...............................................................................................Neville
as a confessed fan of your unassuming poetry's
unique element of subtle decadence,
I'm just thrilled to add this to my collection of treasured re-read: must's..
so happy to see your artistry soaring to ever-higher levels my friend,
'bloomin eck, u sure can spin an enthrallingly gre8 yarn!'
... like that old TV ad for American Express, the one I've not seen for eons ... 'That'll do nicely' my friend .............. thank you kindly L.B ..
... Neville
Such an endearing write with a hint of melancholy, but ever so beautiful. The past is but whispered memories on the tip of the tongue, Just waiting to be exhaled
... ever so beautiful does it for me every time .......... thank you Dove and truly ... Neville
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