Even When it’s All Over It’s Not Necessarily Over
I loved you then, but then, you knew that
didn’t you ..
Oh’ yes, indeed I did, every single little thing
about you ..
But guess what, I could not have felt more guilty
even if I wanted to, or tried ..
So please, don’t answer, phone, text, or write,
instead though ..
Remember some of those fine days we once
shared perhaps ..
Like when that single glimpse of sun made
us sneeze ..
Do you by any chance recall how we both then
laughed as if it
might have been hilarious .. And then later
when walking through
those wet fields, desperate to get home, or at
least to find
some place dry where we might have just holed up
for a night or two maybe ..
Those were the days and the nights, were they
not my darling ..
And every now and then, do you perchance recall
how afterwards
we laughed and skipped along, lightly and slow,
without a single care ..
Dear lord, how each of those days was then filled
with only the both of us
and the sound of us dancing, to a tune, no one but
we could possibly hear ..
Oh’ my, how the light was then blinding with colours
unreal and imagined ..
Yes, that my love, was when you tasted of lychees,
of cotton and cardamom seeds ..
Indeed it was there and then, I breathed deeply, the air
you exhaled ..
And I later grew strong on the sound and the taste
of a woman much loved ..
And I swear to this day that woman was you ..
And while we are at it
do you mind very much if I ask whether you recall
the day when
I painted the walls of our little room both magnolia
and lavender blue ..
When the air all around us was still, but yet filled
with electric ..
When the only movement of note, was the slow
rise and the fall
of your belly and breasts, and the sound of our
hunger, our longing and sighs ..
For it was then in that moment, I recall myself rising
and vacating
this body like a flock of startled red cardinals, each
aimlessly soaring ..
And how then you fell with me slowly, without one
of us, so much as
opening our eyes, or for that matter, leaving a trace
on the sheet or the pillow
nor even a dent, or a flake or a ripple behind ..
But then who
would have imagined, before long there would
only be crumbs left
and a few unwritten words to our love song, but then
my love, you were
a young river and hungry for sea, while I was a mountain,
already old and eroding ..
Then it dawned on me, out of the blue, nothing is static
or indeed lasts for ever ..
But when its over, it’s not always necessarily all over ..
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For as long as a memory lasts or better still, once written down (as above) for as long as they can be read to me, a love affair will last. For a pairing may be lost to us but the love which created that pairing becomes a part of us.
An unusually long piece from you today Neville and an enthralling read. The capture of each moment, each happening, that are parts of a true love story give such authenticity to poetry - even if they were fashioned from fiction, but that remains your secret here.
Many of my most heartfelt thanks are winging their way to you ya mate ... Neville
Hi Neville .. a beautiful but sad writing … well expressed , full of emotion ..
Why bless you dear Violet Bluebell .. I simply adore your new name by the way & as always, appreciate you leaving your calling card behind ......................................................... Neville
Wow this was engulfing. Each word you said really transported me deeper into this poem. Bittersweet love. An intense one! Great job!
Thank you so very much Rocky .. and a little bit more too ...................... Neville
My mind stuck on flock of red cardinals, of course. How detailed and lovely your recollection of a romance gone by....Thank you for sharing it with us!!!
I am delighted that you alighted .. albeit for a while Christina8 .................. Neville 🙂
Good write N.
................................... Cheers Mr. O 🙂
Erm is it over yet?! (Do shut up Orchi. lol).
I'll always vote for you when you do a long 'un (which is not often enough here), Neville.
Can't really add anything to dusk's commentary, and am glad it headed the charge.
I'm delighted and gonna thank you anyways ............................................. N 🙂
This read of intimate happenings is filled with poignant remembrance of days and nights that were love personified and so touchingly honest it brought tears to my eyes - - yes agreed that nothing is static but what better than recalling romantic air filled with electric - -- such an engaging title too. -- I just love it all ............ x
thank you both kindly & true dear lady Fay .................................. x
This poem is so romantic it makes me sigh..
Thank you Neville. May the few glimpses of sun continue to make you sneeze in happy memory.
Bless me ... yes, indeed I am absolutely delighted .. thank you so very bloomin much Solar Impulse_1912 ... 🙂
Memories will be with us forever and that last line says so much Neville.
Andy
absolutely Andy ................................ cheers mate 🙂
'Yes, that my love, was when you tasted of lychees,
of cotton and cardamom seeds ..
Indeed it was there and then, I breathed deeply, the air
you exhaled ..
And I later grew strong on the sound and the taste
of a woman much loved ..
And I swear to this day that woman was you ..
And while we are at it
do you mind very much if I ask whether you recall
the day when
I painted the walls of our little room both magnolia
and lavender blue ..
When the air all around us was still, but yet filled
with electric'
(Brilliant!)
thank you for indulging me today Mek ...................... I am seriously overwhelmed sir ............. Neville
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