Fletched
Nock
them up
Mark
them well
Draw
them close
Loose
them high
Free
and aching
for
the sky …
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ......... if it dont immediately hit ya in the eye .. then feel free to ask
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Will I swoon if I find out what's behind these words?! lol.
... It's all right, I have a feeling you will be all write Mr. O ... so neva fear ... tho' ta, n truly squire ...
... Neville
I might get queasy! lol.
EE-BAH-GUM Fletch were a grand old fellah and deadly absolutely deadly at 100yds with his catapault until his mam wanted her knickers elastic back. Worra lad. But youre right, it wor with bow an arrah where he wor lethal. Robin 'ood weren't innit when Fletch let one loose, especially after he'd had a curry.
Straight and true, just like your words this day.
... Flippin eck .. someone just gone and scored a bullseye sir .. and not long after the off ... cheers DA......................................and have a good un ..
... Neville
Cupid's darts always hit where they wish to cause most damage methinks - - a smile for these well-covered lines of clever intrigue...........x
............. thank you my dear lady Fay .. one does like a bit of intrigue, at least once in every while 🙂
... x
Ask Orchi why he told King Harold to look up in 1066?
Andy
................................................. Eye think we all know the answer to that one ... 🙂
I mucked it all up on that day in 1066. If only I hadn't turned up!
... Eye .. the world would be quite a different place, maybe ... perhaps, try not to blame your self too much ... sometimes you just got to let go 🙂
But I said the fateful words to Harold 'Look up, Sir' (or Sire for 1066 language). The rest is history, literally. lol.
brilliantly executed my friend
indeed, there is nothing as penetratingly impactful
as humanity's complexly divisive: commonality
worded, so accessibly relatable..
'cause fetching and firing, ain't ever been our problem
its the simple fact
that we never allow ourselves the rationality
of assuming we, like most around us
will miss
more than we hit, and so
each painful stab of those missed
dreams and aspirations, we collide with
in our everyday interactions, impact us
much more than they should
then we add our obliviousness
to life's happenstance, toxic cocktail mix
ignoring the suffering
our own missed arrows, help create...
'Free
and aching
for
the sky …'
indeed! simultaneously, all at once
no inch or quarter given,
no wonder we see more satellite dishes, than stars
in that bleakness of nightly, realisations...
I am extremely grateful for the time and attention you so often pay to my scribbles L.B .. your visits are always welcome and appreciated ..
Neville
'Bit late to ask now methinks 'specially as everyone else seems to have got a grip ..... so is it OK if I just put ....Good write, Neville?
... Never too late Dave, better late than never my friend ... and thank you ...
... Neville
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