The Measure of a Single Year

Neville

The Measure of a Single Year

 

The making

of a single year

these days,

means nothing ..

No matter

how measured

or filled ..

Nor whether

by heartbeats,

by breaths,

or by tears

or individual

fallen leaves ..

The length

of a single year

these days

means nothing ..

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2023 02:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: LIZ.
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Comments7

  • Teddy.15

    Hustle and bustle. I personally appreciate every day some are harder than others and some are simply wonderful. ❤️

    • Neville



      My guess is its the same all over.. thank you Teddy ❤️

    • LIZ

      Every breath, every touch, all the kisses and the hugs!! Hard times, troubles, work and all...a lapse in time, an hour lost! The length means nothing...so we're told....but every moment....IS gold!! 😊😊😊 Just saying! 💜💜💜💜💜

      • Neville



        how cool is that .. thank you LIZ .. just respondin 💜

      • orchidee

        That means next year I got an extra day with KP in leap year. Argghh! I won't survive it. lol.

        • Neville



          I hear hunting season is only just around the corner .. this time next year you could find yourself skinned and turned into a muff or something

          • orchidee

            Or will it be an Uffff? And what is that? Will I swoon if you tell me?! lol.

          • SureshG

            No, it means nothing
            or is it
            Yes, it means nothing

            If I can’t even phrase it
            It must mean NOTHING

            You son ………………….
            My brain is already scrambled!!!!

            • Neville



              ..................... what about maybe perhaps .. cheers regardless .. Neville

            • MendedFences27

              Someone once said, I think it was me, that, "The only good year is the one in Yearning," for it gives tomorrow a reason to exist.
              Your poem says, "The making," and "The length of a single year mean nothing." This is true as it is with all of time, what you do with it is all that matters. Loved this one. - Phil A.

              • Neville


                Bang on target as ever Phil and whoever it was who said that and I wouldn't be surprised if it was you sir was bang on too .. Cheers my friend .. Neville

              • Goldfinch60

                So very true Neville and the older I get the shorter the years seem to become.

                Andy

                • Neville



                  Ha .. be sure you aint the only one .. Cheers Andy .. Neville

                • L. B. Mek

                  I measure it in blinks
                  makes it easier to understand
                  how I time-travelled
                  from one to the next
                  forgetting where all the Time went
                  in-between...
                  still that great Scottish poem being sang
                  by the world, while holding hands
                  will never get old
                  (to me, at least)

                  • Neville

                    If you get this reply brother Mek then someone is smiling down on me besides you my friend .. thanking you is long overdue but sincere .. Neville



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