what else is a meta for, other than for metaring .. I love the fact you are so consistently supportive of my scribbles Fay .. thankz for the zillionth time 🙂 x
Even the series of thoughts could be so deep
He turned into a romantic actor
That moon shining amidst the grey clouds
Carrying the hearts of lovers around
Good one dear Neville
Enjoyed a lot while reading it
we do think ourselves fake
when digging deep
in-to those truth's, we keep
for
we get to see, too clearly
just how many faces
we adorn, to survive
this incessant hurricane
of chaotic, absurdity
we call, life..
(love how you worded this poem
especially poignant
in our current stormy season)
'The, Poet' is back
all is well then
all is well
I heard some jokes about nine-bob notes, and four pound notes. Sounds dodgy to me, that coinage! lol.
Was decimalisation about 5 million years ago now?
You appreciating my visits too?
What 'they' saying? - Do shut up a while Orchi. lol.
Time passing....the florin, as it nears the horizon, becomes a half crown.................. (I hope that's right - I'm mostly asleep then. Extrapolating from sunny experience)
I was hoping that someone might eventually arrive at that very interpretation mate so well done .. there are so many other possibilities that I can personally visualise, but I dont wanna spoil it/them & anyway, I have a bit of an advantage and a little insight into the whole thing .... give yourself a pat on the back you old dog ................................................. Neville
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Two views from observing luna appearance and thinking in metaphor - - I love your musings amigo.....x
what else is a meta for, other than for metaring .. I love the fact you are so consistently supportive of my scribbles Fay .. thankz for the zillionth time 🙂 x
Even the series of thoughts could be so deep
He turned into a romantic actor
That moon shining amidst the grey clouds
Carrying the hearts of lovers around
Good one dear Neville
Enjoyed a lot while reading it
You made this old fella feel very pleased with himself spills .. and humbled .. and I thank you for it .. x
we do think ourselves fake
when digging deep
in-to those truth's, we keep
for
we get to see, too clearly
just how many faces
we adorn, to survive
this incessant hurricane
of chaotic, absurdity
we call, life..
(love how you worded this poem
especially poignant
in our current stormy season)
'The, Poet' is back
all is well then
all is well
Bless you brother Mek ........................................................... Neville 🙂
Beautiful metaphors my friend. I like this poem very much!
Thanks Christina I always appreciate your visits & true ..................... Neville
I heard some jokes about nine-bob notes, and four pound notes. Sounds dodgy to me, that coinage! lol.
Was decimalisation about 5 million years ago now?
You appreciating my visits too?
What 'they' saying? - Do shut up a while Orchi. lol.
Maybe we should call it a night Mr. O ..................................................... 🙂
Well, I had to word search florin.. But after reading its meaning, I had a huge smile! Definitely great metaphor for the moon...
Cheers D .................................. N 🙂
The beautiful moon - loved your metaphor.
that's what a metaphor is for .. bless you Roz ................................... Neville
Time passing....the florin, as it nears the horizon, becomes a half crown.................. (I hope that's right - I'm mostly asleep then. Extrapolating from sunny experience)
I was hoping that someone might eventually arrive at that very interpretation mate so well done .. there are so many other possibilities that I can personally visualise, but I dont wanna spoil it/them & anyway, I have a bit of an advantage and a little insight into the whole thing .... give yourself a pat on the back you old dog ................................................. Neville
Nev, give us all the possibilities later, when the rush had died down please.
Neville your words must surely be worth a guinea.
Andy
Thanks Andy, but not a word to Mr. O .. he might want to mate with one or two of em ................ N 🙂
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