Blemished
Dear lord, how you’ve aged and so
disproportionately ..
Like old rope, empty oyster shells
and cold lava flows ..
You remind me so much, of the very
first blush, on the cheek
of an otherwise, perfect cut red rose,
bleeding out, yet while
drowning amid, silent death throes ..
Yes it was then, I took note
while sipping from some discarded
champagne flute
that blush, after all, was nowt but
a bruise and nothing
at all on this planet of ours lasts long
and nor is it perfect ..
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Neville (
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It's, it's-- blame it on whatever suffices but, it must be my present silliness which made me nearly laugh aloud in reading, unless you so intended that. If not, please, please forgive me. Beautifully rendered with a bittersweet and haunting poignancy, imagery surpassing excellence and a charm which, like a good cuppa wafts sweetness despite all, or shall we call the conclusion the tannins? [I apparently like them for more than tanning leather.] Thank you for sharing.
A fellow simply could not ask for more Missy .. Thanking you ever so much .. Neville
You're very welcome, Sir.
At first glance I thought that the l on lord was a capital and it took me in another direction. That would have been good too. But then I thought this is Neville he wouldn't write that. I have to read poems more than once with my careless eye. The feel I get is one of shock, sadness over deterioration and change. I have seen photos of celebrities when young and old and how they have changed and likewise photos of family members of mine and even myself. This poem fits so well. Some really good lines (old rope, empty oyster shells, and cold lava flows) each a different element of the aging process. Frayed not as strong, lacking life, having lost past heat and flexability. (perfect cut red rose, bleeding out, yet while, drowning amid, silent death throes) the insidious nature and silence of aging. What was perceived as a blush now seen as a bruise. A haunting and too real write Neville
I am tempted to copy, cut and paste your review into a scrap book, or better still get it framed .. I am delighted you took the time and the trouble of posting it to me here .. man, many supreme thank you's .. Neville
Now a 'has-been' aged about 150? Like KP then! lol.
You really are the epitome of Halloween aint you .. I mean a batty rodent🦇🦇🦇🦇🐀🐀🐀🐧
Sinister from top to bottom, Neville. Left me with feelings of deep foreboding....
(Did take that as a complement didn't ya?)
I think I'm honoured to bits mate, cheers .. probably .. 😎👍
They say change is inevitable N. But don't let it change you unless you want to. 🌹
I must write out a few thousand times 'if change is in Nev itable .. then I must learn to embrace it .. cheers 😎👍🌹
In the Nev noble way, 😉👍🌹
Reminds me of Kansas; "Nothing last forever but the earth and sky" Nice.
Never been but have heard its a cool place and the band were amazing ..
It can seem that way Neville but in my case I have been very lucky and found love that lasts forever as I am sure that you have.
Andy
All those that have, are each and everyone of them surely truly blessed .. Cheers you lucky old Finch you .. 😎🐧👍
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