Upon the Tip of His Tongue
Her name, like her taste
was on the tip of his tongue
Tomorrow, who knows
maybe both shall be gone ..
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Author:
Neville (
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A fine write Neville.
KP's name was on the tip of my tongue - so I spat it out, like a bad apple! lol.
............................. thank you Mr. O .. oh' n apples are meant to be good for you ... cheers 🙂
Maybe or not - however the taste of these beguiling four lines will remain in readers' minds of that I am sure - -- -have a great Sunday my friend.......x
thank you dearly my dear .. and back at you my fine literary friend ................... 🙂 x
Not if I know how to use it for more than just words and song.... To much for Sunday morning, well you wrote the fantastic poem lol
Cheers my man
....................... thanks for indulging me Dan .. always appreciated my good man 🙂
I hear that!
a sound for sore eyes ...................................... cheers SC 🙂
Or........both be as one.
you sure your middle name aint goldfinch60 or summat .. what a delightfully optimistic spin you pinned to my page AP 🙂
As I read your poem, I heard a voice with an alternate suggestion N. Glad you thought it optimistic.
Many a new taste can reach one's tongue tip. Foul tastes are best replaced with something sweet.... a sweet taste should be savoured for as long as it lingers and should an aftertaste arise... look for something to remove it.... something sweet maybe?
Nice wordplay to get the word jugglers juggling.
that\'s precisely wot I thought my friend .. thanks DA ... N 🙂
Frivolous affairs, some long remembered, some forgotten straight away. You dove deep into the essence of both. Well structured, succinct. and pointed. Short, but complex. - Phil A.
... that'll do nicely sir .. who in their write mind could possibly ask for more .. cheers Phil 🙂 N
Or hopefully both will be together.
Andy
... you dont need no more than half an opportunity to be wholly optimistic do ya my golden friend ....... 🙂 cheers Andy
and how we regret
not realising it, at the time
and not insuring, we treasured
each lingered sip
and each lips, breathed-in scent
of all that she is, and will
remain - regretfully, meaningfully
in our lives
till that very last, blink
of our relenting: grip...
(simply: Brilliant my friend
what a poignant shorty)
Cheers L.B 🙂
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