An All Too Certain Falsity
A little bit of nothing can be spread
a long way
but the truth of the matter is so
very plain to see
Although he never meant to suggest
that he loved her
the best, my guess is, he just took
the whole thing for granted
His sorry did not
make it better though, but rather
stung like salt
rubbed in an open wound would
surely sting ...
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Author:
Neville (
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Love or thoughts of love if not explained can be so painful Neville.
Andy
Yep .....................................................................thanks Andy ............................ Neville
Good write N. Have I met her?!
maybe ................................................................... ta Mr. O .. N
Being loved the best is an aim of so many who need constant assurance of value etc - but to be taken for granted can sting the most........ some deep thoughts in this read today Nev. - - hope I have done its message justice in this short review.....................x
That'll do ever so nicely Fay .. thank you ................................ Neville x
Love may or may not be reciprocated
That’s why they say love is selfless
So true dear poet
Initially I felt love is like a rumour turning around with no truth in it
Then I felt love is simply selfless
another brilliant response my friend .. thank you so much .................... Neville
Thanks Nev for a lesson all should see and cogitate upon:
'Love' a term used with free abandon by many who don't know it's meaning.
Have i just just mounted an old hobby horse of mine....again...?
I wish I could argue with you on that one you old dog, but why even bother when I know what you say is uncontestably correct .................................................................................... thank you N
Always aware of the unspoken words I begin to wonder whether the non speaker has the intelligence to realise what they are not saying. Is it willful, are they stupid or am I a pawn in an awful game.
...................................................................................................... probably 🙂
love your accessible wording
and blunt - poetic transparency, dear Poet
'sadly, I have experienced your words
from both sides, of the blame assigning bridge;
where, we choose to label - quickly
so-as to bottle
and limit
the debris, from what
we once deemed, indestructible
that need to assert, blame
to - A, side...
while in reality
the gradients, in our relationship's - demise
was as equal, as the attraction
we both gave-in, too
knowing
beyond those aesthetic, tethers
we really
had little foundation, to build-on
in the first place...!'
Thank you L.B and thank you kindly my friend ............................... this is one of those I fear I may well have posted too hastily and feel a tweaking may be necessary ........................................................... N
when I think a scribble of mine
doesn't need any tweaking
that's when I start to worry, lol
where would we be
without our tinkering
in those barren moments
between, inspiration's visit...
(my friend,
may your poetic future
be blessed
with endless tweaking
and the peace, it brings!
finalising your deathbed editions
just like Walt Whitman
scribbling away, till the very end)
How at times you say so much about a theme or subject without saying much is something I admire in your writing style Neville. You do minimalism so well and and so revealingly. This is another such piece. It's a rare quality, and a form of craft to marvel at. Thank you for gracing us yet again.
.. that is so very kind Garth, thank you my friend .......... Neville
Remind me of the movie "He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not ".
well I'm gonna thank you regardless ... Thank you regardless .......................... N 🙂
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