Just Another Way Out
She was all made up
and such
a pretty fabrication ..
Built like
a temple, yet sounded
hollow ..
Like some old church
might well
sound perhaps ..
And maybe likewise
just as broken
She was however,
swiftly mended
But yet, there are still
those who
might suggest she had
more than
just a hand in her
very own, ultimate demise ..
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Neville (
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One never really knows the depths that lay in others minds Neville.
Andy
Absolutely & unquestionably true GF60 .......... and thanks for chirping in my friend ... Neville
Awww, and I was gonna meet her - she's gone!
Was she dusty and musty inside, as some old churches can be?
Yes, I'm afraid you're a little too late for that ........................ but thank you anyway Mr. O
The pity when people come to such broken ends is captured with tender empathy throughout this verse Nev. from its title to final line a moving write on fabrication and how often it masks painful experience - - -- a heart-wrenching piece for my keeper's list................x
Thank you for being you Fay ....................................................ever welcome & always appreciated .. x
Ah, the secrets of a woman's past, who shall know their varying. For jealous tongues will wag in creative wiles in places truth dare not enter.
So you fell for a gal who looked like a temple but farted like an old church bell. "If ya wanna see me do my thing baby pull my string"
Ding-dong.
Another piece of mystery from the enthralling hand of a master poet.
.................................... In spite of everything, I feel compelled to thank you ............. I think, maybe .. N 🙂
'Was the Titanic weren't it? 'Cept there was no time to mend her...... The history's there - in the books, on the Antiques Roadshow....
Good 'un, Nev....
....................................................... Cheers Dave ................................. N
Maybe I’m misreading this emasculate poem, but my mind immediately thought of the Norte Dame.
if you like it the way you see it, then I love it ... if you love it the way you see it, then I am very happy .. now aint that just another one of the joys of this our chosen art form ............. cheers Suresh .. N
Neville,
A fine write indeed!
Whether your penned words are referencing a person, place , or thing, I can feel the sadness in your poem.
Sometimes we can be our own worst enemy.
Laura🌻
then these words were not written in vain ....................................... thank you my dear friend & truly 🌻
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