As Yet Unforgiven
A frown cast upon a mirror cracked
What’s done, is done
There can never be no looking back
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Author:
Neville (
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Two strong negatives make that final line unmissable Nev --- blame the cracked mirror - if you dare - - after reading this three-liner gem........x
.................. Ha' just as woz intended .. thank you my dear Lady Fay ............ x
Really good use of the double negative in that last line. This piece wins for me in so many ways.
Great mind-play you leave your reader with here too.
Excellent writing Neville and a joy to read.
Ta DA .. I am of course delighted .. woz not sure whether the pair of em so close together would have an impact, but it seems I was just being two negative .. Thank you again my friend ..
Neville
A fine write N.
................................................................... Oh' thank you O and muchly so 🙂
Well done, Neville. I dearly love the edge of this or that.
.......... cheers JR that'll do very nicely thanks 🙂
Have to forgive yourself one day Neville - no point in not doing so. Finito, over...can't be undone...
.................... Thank you DD .. then I henceforth consider my self absolved of all blame .. and writely so 🙂
Good on yer - way to go.....
Spot. On.
............ Caw, thank you 🙂
Love this little 'un - a mirror reversed.
Thank you Michael .. Good to have you back sir .. I do hope you and your loved one's are both safe and well ..
Neville
Sadly traumatic times for us - my wife's cancer has returned and we are waiting for her to commence chemotheraphy Hopefully, although not a cure, it will keep it under control but we'll know further in about 10 days time when she sees the consultant.
True Neville, we must always move on in our lives.
Andy
.... Absolutely, cheers Andy .. Ciao for now ... 🙂
(sorry my friend, I just read your insightful shorty
and these words below exploded from somewhere
deep inside me, I didn't know existed
I can't thank you enough)..
its those repeated mistakes, we make
that perpetuate, our cycle of bad luck
to add to that hipping pile
of regretted: bad choices
that we can never forgive, and thus
we seldom acknowledge
yet perversely
hardly ever allow ourselves
to forget and shed, instead
carrying them
from one splintered reflection of self
to another, distorted mirrored impression
lost, endlessly dwelling
within that self loathing cocoon, blind
to all those fleeting possibilities
for healing and growth
we allow, to pass-us-by: frequently - wastefully..
........ I spent my entire working life trying to get inside peoples heads .. and here, you seem to do it effortlessly ............................. thanks L.B ..
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