Floating Down On a Whisper
I think it might
have been
yesterday when ..
I caught
a brief glimpse
in some random
cracked
window pane
of my nemesis,
somewhere
off Oxford Street ..
And who looked
so much
younger than
I ever did,
back in the day ..
Now I do crave,
a whole day
without corners
or mirrors
and no strategic
retreats
to distract me ..
But since
you insist upon
using both
codes and fresh
metaphors
each new day ..
Then we don’t
have much further
to look for
the right answers ..
Since that
old red silk scarf
of yours,
says it all anyway ..
As it floats
down on a whisper,
to the most
dangerous
of sidewalks below ..
- Author: Neville ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2023 02:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
Good write N.
I caught a brief glimpse of KP - though it looked like an old trout! lol.
You are clearly besotted and far too reliant on the mental defence mechanism of reaction formation .. you are also more nutty than a topic ..
Fantastic write my friend.
You are way too generous Tom but I thank you & kindly my friend .. Neville
Ole! As a bull charges toward that falling "red silk." Ole! And that "dangerous sidewalk" (What, not a pavement?) gets a whole lot more threatening. At last, some passive resistance to a "nemesis" pays off.
A great tale of retribution. - Phil A.
I'm trying to go global Phil .. and anyway, it increasingly feels like American is the new English ..
Cheers tho for looking further than I could reasonably expect .. Neville
R.I.P. old red silk scarf, as it "Floats down on a whisper", seems like closure. Beautifully crafted dear Nev!
Dang you are so bloomin good Bella and my word, how you have been missed .. Neville
Very powerful my dear Nev, especially the ending. ❤️
Its all true although it wasn't Oxford Street .. or for that matter, yesterday .. ❤️
Ah Oxford Street ((((❤️)))))
Mmmmm your own reflection? Understanding, looking at what was? Just thinking out loud!!! 🫢💜💜💜
Yeah, me too LIZ 💜
Love the Title, very inspiring… “Floating Down on a Whisper”
In dreams I sail upon a whisper’s breath
A tender Breeze that carries me afar
My sprit soars , unburdened by the earth,
To realms unknown, where wonders truly are
With gentle grace , I drift upon its tide
Through ethereal mists, a tranquil flight
Embracing silence, I let go of my pride
And lose myself in this celestial light
Best to you… ❤️❤️❤️
How could I not thank thee my very dearest of Doves .. Bless you mistress of sky ❤️
Bless you Dear Neville....
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