Flying on the Back of a Guilt Trip
It was more than just the scent of her
he found lost
in a conch shell, somewhere hidden
on the coast
and which then, got to him the most ..
It was something else
entirely, that drove him back there ..
To that special place
where they once played, and made
love and where she
waved, and laughed and blew him so
very many kisses
on the occasion, of their last meeting ..
He could not cope
with all the bruising and the red stuff
or those torn blue stockings
she once used to wear, yet he did know
she was an accident
just waiting to happen somewhere ..
But he never thought
not for a single moment, that she might
take him at his word ..
Quite literally that is, or that she would
take a leap of faith
when he told her, she reminded him
of a pretty little bird
and that they should fly away together ..
Yes, it was something
else that lured him back there, to those
ragged cliff tops which still
overlook that same beach, where both his
conscience and much guilt
were waiting patiently, to take him flying
and to prove him wrong ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2023 02:24
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Comments8
A fine poem N.
KP's always been an accident waiting to happen - and it's always happened! lol.
You may be very astoat Mr. O but I'm sure you would be even more astoat if you look beyond the botox and learnt that she probably will forgive you one day maybe for refusing to consummate your marriage .. 🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁:)
Very emotive words Neville.
Andy
thanks for the thumbs up Andy 👍😎
A tragic suicide pact....why must you continue to traumatize us like this, Nev?!
it's just another day at the office .. not mine on this occasion though thankfully 😎
Tragic indeed is the end of some unhappy souls where their end is just waiting to happen - told with clear and precise honesty and highlighting guilt as the reason for yet another sad "accident" maybe - -- a heart-tugger and no doubt about it mon ami...........x.
I think both jealousy & guilt are the most destructive of all the human emotions .. and no other life force, as far as we know experiences either of em .. ta for taking time to take a peek & for leaving such an insightful comment Fay .... x
Guilt is a tragic emotion---I have felt it many a time and it's destructive. Glad I don't deal with it anymore but many folks do. This is a wonderful descriptive write, N! C
in which case, I have no reservation whatsoever but to thank you kindly ma'am .. thank you ma'am 🙂
Goodness Neville, every time I read your works I always have the inspiration to write. Beautiful as always and as touching as ever my friend. I hope the sadness in some of your work is the creation of an exquisite imagination.
Dear Joan, I can not thank you enough for the compliment you have bestowed upon me and my little scribbles .. it is seriously appreciated and means far more than I could possibly explain within the confines of this little rectangle ... ❤️Neville
This is the best of your poems I've read. It feels as if you're not trying too hard. I enjoyed this poem immensely.
How extraordinarily kind of you .. Many thanks 🙂
🙂
'lost, cost, most
else, place, made'
how subtly you weave your magic
this poem showcases
your poetry's technical prowess, Hyung
I read and learn, a great write
Thank you again brother Mek I am doubly honoured .. pardon my late response but have had the on call from hell to deal with & it aint over till midday tomorrow
ahhhh I can relate, sorry to hear
if you ever need to vent, I'm here
🍻
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