With Nothing More to Lose


With Nothing More to Lose


I noticed there were rainbows


from the arc of tears then


like multicoloured waterfalls

of fractured

stained glass, poured upon

the pretty

yellow handkerchief you held

against those

most amazing eyes of yours ..

Oh’ my darling

look at me, they say I’m dying

and it feels

like I’ve got nothing more to lose ..

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 4th, 2022 05:31
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 62
  • User favorite of this poem: MendedFences27.
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  • arqios

    Beauty and sadness all rolled up together. How could they co-exist and yet they do!

    • Neville

      indeed they do CB .. and ta for noticing

    • orchidee

      A fine write N.

      • Neville

        Thank you Mr O 🙂

      • Fay Slimm.

        A linguistic picture of heart-touching moments when tears tell more than one piece of a story through your expertise with the pen. Unmatched your ways with words my dear friend.

        • Neville

          Flattery will get you anywhere Fay .................................................... x

          • Fay Slimm.

            Anywhere eh ? - -- - -- Oh yu is a rascal yu is.................. x

          • jenny.g

            Beautiful imagery! I felt that.

            • Neville

              What could possibly be better than that ............... thank you so much jenny.g 🙂

            • Bella Shepard

              The way you have used the imagery of color to bring this piece to life is extraordinary. Bittersweet, heartbreakingly beautiful. A true fav!

              • Neville

                looking at life through a kaleidoscope kinda helps with the more subtle tones .. the rest is down to mirrors, smoke, a few choice words and of course luck 🙂

              • MendedFences27

                To begin it reads like a love poem with all the trappings: "rainbows," "waterfalls," "stained glass," "handkerchief," and her "eyes.' Then, it shifts to the tragedy that it becomes. Having read it several times one discovers that it is in fact a Love poem.
                Well done, it drew me in and held me spellbound until the end. - Phil A.

                • Neville

                  Thank you kindly Phil, that's just what I wanted to hear .. N 🙂

                • Goldfinch60

                  Wonderful emotive words Neville.


                  • Neville

                    Thank you Andy, as always, very much appreciated .. Neville 🙂

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