There’s a gentle tug
of submarine depth, pressure strands
asking - waiting, for right-timing’s subtle touch
to call forth belated realisation’s, sharp edges
within melancholic sunbeam spears
as reality’s mundane routine, finds itself
removed, through immersive dips
in serenity’s comfort creeks
beyond blinks, as daydreaming feats
voices, dim and tumble - along fantasy streams
with only nature – daring, to whisper warnings
of reminiscing’s: idolised trappings.
© L. B. Mek
June 2020
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Very nicely pennedLB.
thanks
imagery alone is superb, kudos on your last two line, L.B you always crack it at the end. wonderful.
'you always crack it, at the end'..
sadly, I do indeed
that's why my lives, a tale
of Greek-plate wreckage: maybe's
and belated acceptance of
ill-fated, may-it-be's? lol
thanks for the unfailing support
dear poet, I lack the intellect
to word your kindness
its due justice, so I'll once again
have to settle, for a wholehearted
thank you! and hope
my humble gratitude: filters through 😄
Haunting write, L.B.
ah, wise poet
I see you've cut through my distracting word trickery
and gleaned, at what destitute mindset
that sprouted these mournful thoughts..
I thank you, for lending me your valuable time
and letting me know, I'm not alone
in traversing such 'haunting' experiences..
I'm humbled, beyond words Jerry
A superb poem, engaging its reader. Thoroughly enjoyed, and reread many times.
awesome!
thank you so much dear poet, I promise
your encouraging sentiments will be utilised
with purposed humility
... We have both moved on since I last wrote the words 'this is my most favouwrite L.B. Mek creation ...
... I know, because this is most probably my most favouwrite to date ...
... Indeed, it is all those positives already writ ... engaging, haunting & elsewise altogether superb ..
Neville
'We have both moved on'
shoulder-to-shoulder, brother
one inked syllable of our truth, at a time
sharing, encouraging and growing: together
finding a way, to squeeze out
one more scribble
and keep this poetic journey going
anyway we can, knowing
even if it ends tomorrow or in ten years time
we did what we could, to insure
we left no space: for futile regret..
and that, my friend
is as good: as it can ever get!
That right time has been and will be there for us all Mek.
Andy
Amen!
may it be so, for us: all
my friend
A trip through the realms of how to write imagery - so well described dear L.B. these sublime fallings.
ah, our dear Fay
praise on imagery, from a Poetess
of your mesmeric calibre, must mean
I'm getting a little better,
thank you, I'm humbled: truly
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