Paper Cups

Neville

Paper Cups

 

Some things

just never

seem to change

do they

my petit fleur ..

You see

back then,

in those very

early days

I do so distinctly

recall

that everything

was once

a certain kind of

special

Unblemished  

and still white

Yes …

there we both

were

Bathing

in a blank page

and sipping

warm rice wine

from

supermarket

paper cups

Hardly daring to

press pause

and likewise,

unprepared

to wait for night

Just like always …

Do you

by any chance

remember too …

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2021 03:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    So rich with imagery this write - it cleverly takes events in back- then and romantically stirs such sweet memories - - oh yes Nev. that lady in question having read this would well remember - methinks..........x

    • Neville



      ... That'll do it for me Fay and more than nicely too my dear friend ...

      ... Neville

    • orchidee

      Could I meet her? And should I? lol.

      • Neville



        .................. You can but hope ... I will put a good word in for you Mr. O ..

      • Dove

        Woo Hoo, a blank page of Love ! I imagine all the beautiful colors you added to the mental loving without a night’s pause! Nicely done as always

        • Neville



          Good to have you back .. if only for a moment or two .. Many sincere thanks Dove and truly, truly true ......................... Neville

        • dusk arising

          With a scene addressed so well I'm sure she will have quite a coloured memory of it.
          Love the way you create with a pastiche of the actual scene.

          • Neville



            ................................................. How very kind of you DA .. muchly appreciated my friend ..
            .. Neville

          • MendedFences27

            Ah, yes. the hurried emotions of youth. Surely, she would remember the wine and the frenzy. A small snip of lost emotions that are recalled with a passion that sweetens the recollection and perhaps, the taste of the wine. Loved it. - Phil A.

            • Neville



              ............................................. it seems you can read me like a book sir ... many thanks indeed Phil
              Neville

            • Doggerel Dave

              No thought for the past, no thought for the future, our energies combined in the glorious present – which will last forever…..And it has – in memory….
              Thanks Neville.

              • Neville



                .. Thank you Dave, always appreciated sir ..
                ....................................................................... Neville

              • Goldfinch60

                I am sure that she will remember Neville, such wonderful memories shared with us all and maybe her.

                Andy

                • Neville



                  ........................................ That'll do nicely sir ... thank you kindly my friend ..
                  .. Neville

                • L. B. Mek

                  this be those kinda whispered 'messages, in a bottle'
                  that had the Helen's of this world - abandon
                  their loyalties: for a heart's vehement desires
                  and wars that launch timeless tales
                  upon that unconquerable sea, of poetic ink..
                  A great write my friend, wonderfully executed pacing and flow

                  • Neville



                    .............. in this great auction hall of life, as we know it .. this humble would be scribe and poet does thank thee my very fine literary friend for submitting such a heart-warming bid ...............

                    ... a series of very fond thank you's shall undoubtedly follow L.B ..

                    ... Neville



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