Something Only Part Remembered
Do you,
by any chance remember
when our rings
first clashed
on that three quarter bed
in that
cheap hotel room ..
I know I do
and I seem to recall
it might
well have been Blackpool ..
I remember
the tingle and the shock
of that first
Shazam moment almost
as if it
were yesterday ..
My word,
how quick and intense
was
that guilt trip
we simultaneously forgot ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2024 03:14
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I of course don't remember when KP and my rings clashed! heehee. I prefer to forget it. lol.
It seems to me you should be confined to a hutch for the permanently bewildered sir .. Neville
Enjoyed the read
Good to hear .. thank you .. Neville
You are very welcome, hope it is not as bad as they saying down your way, stay safe
thanks again .. unfortunately it is .. never known anything like it in the UK before .. just glad I'm off today
Take Care
Memories so well set in this poem. It is the mixture of nostalgic and at the same time imperfect situations that bring reality and humanity to this poem. Perfect in its imperfection.
Thank you my friend .. Neville
I read it thrice, and on each read I felt that the speaker was in a state of suspension between two points in time. One is of course the present and the other in past, whose memories are vivid and touches upon the small intimate details showing the intensity. Loved the understated style and the sense of sort of moving on but still tethered to some point in the past.
You sir are way too kind and I am extremely grateful to you for stopping by and the more than generous comment you left behind .. Seasonal Best to you & yours, Neville
Whoa, 007. I know you never could forget, only politely aquiesce and feign you did until the next moment your eyes stole a glance into hers, when the electrifying shock instantaneously ripped through both your bodies thanks to that tiny little glance. Ah me! You charmer! Superbly rendered with such a strength of poignancy I nearly squirmed in my seat, and imagery to kill. I declare. Thank you for sharing, you wilely fox, you.
You sure know how to make a fella blush Missy .. many serious thank you's now heading your way ... Neville
Left my run too late - there's no way to follow Missy here, is there? Nowt to add - too much of an anti climax.
you neva gave up on me tho' did ya .. such gifts are priceless .. ta .. Neville
I so hate the grinding of rings and them biting into flesh as fingers clench. So I rarely wear mine. Plus, the weather can make them either gloopy or icy, depending. But of courthouse concerns of mine don’t take away from your lovely poem. There is never a want of intimate connection with your compositions!
I never take mine off .. in spite of everything .. the risks and the anticipated joys, it simply means too much .. thank you my friend .. Neville
Memories bring back all types of thoughts to our minds Neville.
Andy
Thanks Andy
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