Nothing but a Keepsake

Neville

Nothing but a Keepsake

 

On a glorious day

like today

I really have no idea

What I might

prefer to be doing

Other than

what I am doing

right now

and right here

and with you …

But if it hadn’t all

gone quite

so terribly wrong

We would surely

have

done it long ago ..

And the Caribbean

would almost

certainly be a glorious

sea of memories

Instead of just

a faded postcard

saved

in a broken keepsake

box

upon a dusty

mantle shelf somewhere

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 14th, 2021 10:38
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  • dusk arising

    "Memories light the corners of my mind, misty water coloured....."

    Such poetry as these memories have planted. We reap their rich harvest here on MPS. Today yours flowers beautifully.

    • Neville



      ... How kind you are DA ... and of course, always appreciated and truly ...

    • orchidee

      Good write N.
      I best meet her then!

      • Neville


        Cheers Mr. O .. yes, why not try your luck ........ good luck ๐Ÿ™‚

        • orchidee

          Ohh, I will meet her then! heehee.

        • Caring dove

          Lovely poem

          • Neville



            thank you yellow rose

          • SureshG

            We sigh to remember what could have been, that your words say it so softly

            • Neville


              ............................................................................................................................thank you Suresh

              ๐Ÿ™‚

            • Fay Slimm.

              What might have been is covered here with veils of maybe and faded postcards but the moments of here and now seem so comfortably right in this small celebration of glorious togetherness. A tender read dear Nev.......x

              • Neville



                I kinda feel like saying 'how write you are Fay' but get the feeling you have been told the same thing so many times before .................. ๐Ÿ™‚ xx

              • Saxon Crow

                Ahhhh memories of regret. So bittersweet. Nicely penned Nev

                • Neville



                  ............................. thank you Saxon Crow .. much appreciated .. ๐Ÿ™‚

                • Laura๐ŸŒป

                  Neville,

                  You are remembering that saved faded postcard to remind you of living in the here and now. The past is over.
                  Appreciate today and all the days youโ€™ll be gifted withโ€ฆ
                  and live to the fullest henceforth.

                  Another wonderful โ€œscribbleโ€.๐Ÿ˜‰

                  Laura๐ŸŒป

                  • Neville



                    ... Oh' yes indeed ....... a good lesson learnt .. and he thanks you for it and truly .............. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐ŸŒป

                  • Jerry Reynolds

                    Good write, Neville.
                    So many keepsakes after a while.
                    You dusted off a good one.

                    • Neville



                      .......... thank you JR ...
                      .................................... Neville

                    • Bernard Gabriel Okurut

                      Awesome

                      • Neville



                        Hey, many BIG thank Q's BGO .. so very much appreciated sir ...

                        Neville ๐Ÿ™‚

                      • Accidental Poet

                        The memories of yesterday are the in betweens of today and tomorrows. Great write N. ; )

                        • Neville



                          .................... how extraordinarily true AP .. thank you kindly & then some ๐Ÿ™‚

                        • Goldfinch60

                          Some memories are treasured beyond time.

                          Andy

                          • Neville


                            ... they are indeed my golden friend ... thank you for reminding me ... and of course for the visit ..

                          • L. B. Mek

                            (this is such an enticingly, contemplative write
                            and thanks for inspiring
                            my little scribbled reply, dear poet)
                            what's truly scary
                            is how abundant and universal
                            those keepsake postcards are..
                            I wonder, if regret is actually
                            a necessary element of existence
                            does everything, regret?
                            the Sun, too tired to stay and greet the Moon
                            a little longer
                            the Moon, too busy getting ready to meet the Sun
                            a little earlier;
                            and everything else, in-between
                            imitating that same futile frustration
                            in our happenstance dance, of belated realisation's
                            fated consequence..

                            • Neville



                              Who knows .... but I thank you kindly regardless L.B

                            • Dove

                              Awe, postcards from the past are treasures
                              Sometimes a person likes to be a bit melancholy
                              and fill their days with what could have beens!
                              I filled mine with Fairy Tales of the past
                              And Fantasize what could be, why not lol
                              I

                              • Neville



                                I quite understand and agree why not indeed ... thank you kindly my friend ... thank you no end ๐Ÿ™‚

                                • Dove

                                  Youโ€™re most welcome



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