Somewhere Down Turn Again Lane
It was somewhere down
Turn Again Lane where they both
first met and made love ..
It occurred ..
Just before they each said
their individual goodbyes, that was it
over and done, in a flash ..
Somewhere Down Turn Again Lane
It was somewhere down
Turn Again Lane where they both
first met and made love ..
It occurred ..
Just before they each said
their individual goodbyes, that was it
over and done, in a flash ..
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Am not larfin' Nev. as this read brought back much that lessons us later if we take heed ...... needs two to make bargains though eh my dear friend ?..............x
glad I'm not the only one Fay and thanks a zillion 🙂 x
I swoon when I pass that Lane. lol.
tis a very quaint old passing place quite near where my daughter got married recently ....... N
That is a lane that some only unwittingly walk into, and others boldly rush towards. In my day all the rage/rave/whatever was the one night stand. Even that wasn't the best a person could achieve. Tomorrow is surely another day. Chin up, mate.
thanking you kindly for participating in this little social experiment ... I shall return the favour asap 🙂
Oh, social experiment... would one day inquire about the mechanics of this particular experiment. Thanks, Nev. /Rik.
reading your subtle words
I can't help favourably
comparing them
to Bukowski's 'Layover'
the nuanced majesty, in your poem
is in so much
you purposely, keep unsaid
and thus
allow your readers memories
to bespoke, fill-in
the missing lines
as they
have experienced life..
(such Artistic, restraint
just can't be learned
'in my humble opinion'
how I treasure you deft touch
dear Poet supreme, thank you!)
from 'Layover':
'That moment- to this. . .
may be years in the way they measure,
but it's only one sentence back in my mind-
there are so many days
when living stops and pulls up and sits
and waits like a train on the rails.
I pass the hotel at 8
and at 5; there are cats in the alleys
and bottles and bums,
and I look up at the window and think,
I no longer know where you are,
and I walk on and wonder where
the living goes
when it stops.'
(
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-4394
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No kidding .. I was only just thinking about good ole Charlie .. I am well n truly honoured brother Mek .... N
Ah, images of butterflies on the wing on that one day they live for.... all that growing from a bug then to pupate and break free into flight all for one good shag.... well the human version has a lot more going for it... you can even stop by the pub and reflect as you eye up the barmaid. Mindfully contemplating your next conquest in the traditional crimson blooded male tradition.
Cheers DA ................................................... 🙂
I may be dumb for asking this but what is the Turn again lane?
I dont think you are dumb .. Turn Again Lane is a real place name in Canterbury England that has been around for several centuries & is relatively famous for just as many reasons ... and I am glad you asked .. Neville
Emotive words Neville.
Andy
Ta, GF60 .. N 🙂
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