Bemused to Death

Neville

Bemused to Death

 

In those last three days before

winter kicked in ..

We exchanged a grand total

of fifty-seven words

and eighteen sideways glances ..

But hey, whose counting,

they were nothing but numbers

way back then

and a forced smile, whenever

one might be squeezed in,

   would burn, like perma-frost ..

Boy, did they hurt

   and like hell, they sure did ..

I am now, a very poor griever

and can’t wait for

a thaw to begin, I just need to

start writing again ..

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 24th, 2024 01:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just to avoid any confusion .. this is about what happens when one's muse goes walkabout
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 46
  • Users favorite of this poem: Neilton, Cheeky Missy, MendedFences27
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  • orchidee

    Good write N.

    • Neville



      Thank you Steven .. Neville

    • sorenbarrett

      Neville loved the sly useof wording here in the winter of a relationship the freeze paired with burn and the reference to hell and the burn of either cold or heat is a woven fabric well knit. Yes relationships are seasons and a thaw could be expected unless we are going through climate change and into another ice age. Hope for a thaw and keep writing.

      • Neville



        Thanks for the very generous review my friend .. I very much appreciate your consideration of this little scribble .. Neville

      • Tony36

        Excellent write Nevilie

        • Neville


          Many thanks indeed Tony .. Neville

        • Neilton

          Excellent work here Neville ! Truly enjoyed your poem !!!

          • Neville


            Thanks a million Neilton

          • Cheeky Missy

            Well, now this pretty little number begs greedily to be further enlightened, which this genre never does, handily saying much without precisely telling. Lovely and beautifully rendered with a wonderfully haunting poignancy and such striking imagery I'm nearly shivering. Awesome. Thank you for sharing. I've a notion: pour boiling hot maple syrup on it and enjoy the candy it crafts in a jiffy.

            • Neville


              A gentleman .. a real one mind, like wot I is never does tell .. but always say's thank you to ladies who give so generously .. Neville

            • Doggerel Dave

              Walkabout, hey? Certainly did help the avoidance of any confusion, for which I personally am 'umbly grateful, Sire.
              Me, I pictures it more like a drought, but definitely do gets the tenor of your argument.....

              • Neville



                I thought you might show an interest if I used a native antipodean term like walkabout .. I wasn't expecting you to go overboard tho .. cheers Dave, one day
                I wallaby more like you 🧱A 🐝 .. get it πŸ˜ŽπŸ§πŸ‘

                • Doggerel Dave

                  When I arrive someplace, I do generally try to make the most of it. With respect to inspiration/post, a dustbowl it is in all directions… Thus I must unleash my (LOL) creativity wherever I may be, Think of it like touching earth to relieve the static…..and so on, etc……..
                  Salute to creative emoji use….πŸ‘

                • MendedFences27

                  When the muse gets loose, we lose the juice. However we lose that inspiration, it hurts for a while and drains our ability to compose. It's a literary "death" that does not last. I have a theory that this aligns with seasonal changes. Negatively going into winter, positively at summer's approach. My attempts to overcome this have been fruitless. It's just how it is, and I live with it. Your poem highlights its global existence. - Phil A.

                  • Neville



                    I've been here before .. and I aint talkin reincarnation .. cheers for the insight & understanding Phil .. Neville

                  • Goldfinch60

                    That muse will be back as they always are Neville.

                    Andy

                    • Neville


                      Got' cha or should I say her πŸ‘

                    • Tom Dylan

                      Excellent, Neville. Really enjoyed this. I recently wrote a short story where the writer's muse was a six foot tall talking fox with a New York accent. πŸ™‚

                      • Neville


                        How very kind of you Tom ..

                      • Dove

                        Luckily I have not lost my muse...May the Thaw be with you.
                        Best Wishes...

                        • Neville



                          My word Mistress D .. tis indeed good to hear .. and I am mightily grateful to you for indulging me this fine mane .. Best Wishes reciprocated .. N

                        • Thad Wilk

                          Great read,
                          I know the feeling too! πŸ˜•
                          My muse has done
                          walkabouts on me too,
                          quite a few!! πŸ€”
                          Thanks for sharing my friend!!πŸ‘
                          Best regards ✌️ Thad

                          • Neville



                            they say there's safety in numbers don't they .. thanks for both the nod, the wink and the thumbs up .. Neville πŸ™‚πŸ˜‰πŸ‘



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