More Than Just barely a Flutter
Just in case you ever
dare to forget
that final sated flutter ..
Gentle as it
might once have been
against the
rough side of your
now familiar tongue ..
Indeed,
how desperate
it must have then
seemed ..
Most surely futile,
if you ask me,
set like that between
the final gasps
of your very own
lost innocence ..
Just like
some hapless moth,
perchance ..
Unstable and uncertain
why it should,
or when it might
next turn,
to rid itself of those
very flames,
its own scorched
and fragile wings
once inadvertently
fanned ..
Before that is,
a certain realization
eventually dawned
and it occurred to her,
in truth,
she was no phoenix after all
-
Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2022 04:54
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 74
- User favorite of this poem: spilleronsheet.
Offline)
Comments5
The risk of losing all by uncertainty is brought to mind here by your winsome words Nev. - lost innocence struck me as reason enough and the lead up to inevitable scorch made the impact more clear- --great read and
good to see you back posting again dear friend............x
tis good to be back my dear lady Fay .. especially when one gets such a warm welcome and encouraging comment as the one you left behind ............................................................. N 🙂 x
Really enjoyed reading this. A fine piece of writing and thought provoking too.
You just made this old fella smile bigly Keith .. Many thank you's kind sir ................... Neville 🙂
A beautiful work dear poet
Glad to see you again with your finest works
Such elegance
And such deep thoughts
The last lines were a thunderclap
‘“ Before that is,
a certain realization
eventually dawned
and it occurred to her,
in truth,
she was no phoenix after all “
What an absolutely delightful & uplifting visit yours essentially turned out to be my friend .. thank you so much 🙂 Neville
Good to see you back Neville with such fine words as usual.
Andy
Good to be back Andy .. thanks for the thumbs up & the welcome my friend 🙂
Beautiful poem Neville! Makes me feel scared though. Still desperately holding on to that dream of always being able to start again. Of holding on to that image of love. But slowly realising that youth and time are not mine anymore.
Your words here are way too kind but they are hugely appreciated my friend .. Many thanks indeed .. Neville
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.