The Fullest of Moons
He was as lonely and loud as the
fullest of moons
Without her beside him
and felt that he was drowning ..
Like falling
from a skylight slowly
And as she watched him hurtle
downwards
Scattered shards of stained glass
fell in abstract patterns
all around him
and a masterpiece was found ..
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Author:
Neville (
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A fine write N.
Was it me, was she too much for me? Did I jump off a roof, and fall on a greenhouse?! Doh!
Dunno ... maybe it was the fullness of swoons ........................ 🙂
Strong imagery which tells such an intriguing tale Nev. -- your pen sees interludes and transcribes them to gently bewitch all your readers - a cleverly written masterpiece again....x
It seems that the words thank you dear Fay .. are never that far, from my pen or my tongue ... 🙂 x
having brought him to the edge of despair she now saw something of beauty, something she would like to possess....
well thats one interpretation.
Hey Mr .. DA or Darn Astute you been peeking at my notes again 🙂
I can see two seriously intriguing pictures here , Nev - the first, your piece, very vivid consisting of strategically placed words which hold themselves together with the aid of your skill; and the other: formed with shards of glass, held together with..... blood and bone?
aint words amazing DA .. and while I'm here, I would just like to take this opportunity to thank you for using both eyes simultaneously ............ cheers sir 🙂
At last - acknowledgement in this unheeding environment we call our world that I have at least one small talent; your enthusiastic encouragement makes it abundantly clear that you are indeed a poet, scholar and gentleman, Sire.
A masterpiece of broken heart. A post-modern 3D art.
You are indeed a poet ......................... many thank you's indeed M&M 🙂
And after she patched him up, they made passionate love together. Well maybe... 😉
Maybe .. you old rascal .. But as I'm sure you know well sir .. a true gentleman never tells, does one .. 🙂
Hence, the maybe... 😊
Sometimes it is too late when the beauty within others is seen Neville.
Andy
sometimes is write Andy ................ ta for noticing .. Neville
Artistically written , I just love stained glass decor In sunlight, but the blue moon just zipped by, and by golly you created a lovely poem, now no need to be hurt by those shards of beauty
too dashed kind, that's what you are dear Dove me luv ...................... thank you ever so muchly me luverly ........ N 🙂
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