The Ghost of My Self That Was
I did not want to fall
asleep
last night again
without you ..
And so, I sat alone
on the balconet
in the pouring rain
with a full jug
of wine, but minus
the usual cigarettes ..
It was there
where I felt,
for the first time lost ..
Not like a visitor
lost, or alone ..
But more like an
unwelcome guest,
or a ghost perhaps ..
In what was
once, my very own
perfect mountain home ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A reflection upon selling my secret mountain hideaway, high in the Starra Planina Mountain .. the reference to cigarettes is a poetic prop I have lost count of the number of years I've not had one .. the wine was red tho and the accompanying image mine .. thank you
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Comments7
I felt the heartfelt reminiscence.
Bless you Bobby O .. a most welcome and much appreciated visit sir ... Neville
I like the pace of your work. Gonna spend some time and dig into other pieces that you’ve offered.
How extraordinarily kind you are sir .. and so I shall thank you again my good man .. Thank you.
All Good Things,
Neville
the vista seems otherworldly
even with the pictures limitations
seems
today is a day for sharing personal pics
lol
congrats on the successful sale, Hyung
onwards to that next perfect-fit vista
or appearance
on 'A place in the Sun'
there is of course an element of sadness at our parting after almost twenty years .. but for various reasons, the time felt right and I have no regrets whatsoever, except for maybe ever getting hooked early on, on nicotine .. thankfully tho' that's now long gone .. thanks for checking in again Mek and for seeing beyond the moment .. Neville
That ghost is like a shadow that follows us around quite diligently at times.
ever present, rarely seen .. but I know precisely what you mean ..
Sitting on the balconet in the pouring rain, in stark contrast to the beautiful pic of sunshine, blue sky and white clouds. With the stroke of the keys you paint this bittersweet picture of loss remembered, but never fully forgotten. I could feel the nuance of every line. Exquisitely done dear friend.
I had that place in the photo for almost twenty years .. I sold it last week .. I hope it will be loved as much as I did love it .. thanks for taking a peek and leaving your mark Bella .. muchly appreciated my friend as always .. Neville
I love this piece quite a bit, although I do have a question for you. The use of a double as opposed to a triple ellipses... is that still used for showing omission or is it a simply a reminder to slow our read, contemplate the way that you do as an author?
You are far too generous Joan and I am delighted that you are though .. You also raise a very pertinent question .. I think I do it now, more as a matter of habit than for any other reason but I also feel that it emphasises the need for a pause or a break ... like at the end of a sentence or verse/stanza etc 🐧))
Such sad words Neville but you will have the memories of those wonderful times in the past.
Andy
Cheers mate 🙂
What a beautiful piece, and a beautiful home may I add? I get how you might feel an unwelcomed guest at your home after it was sold. Felt every word of this Neville...x
thank you so much C ... its always a pleasure to see you here .. x
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