All Items Numbered 204
It is such a shame
that we
rarely remember
so many
of the little things ..
Which is
why I am making
this list,
for all of you now ..
Just take
these for example,
the smells,
textures and taste
of already
cold ash, from well
spent fires
or the hint of gold
slipped off
an old oriel’s back,
in wetted
and well warmed
summer
rains so very easily
mistaken
for a brace of small,
well worn
gold half-sovereigns ..
Each of them,
spun too high into an
unnumbered,
yet deceivingly pure
cerulean sky ..
Yes, it’s a shame such
things are forgot ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: August 24th, 2025 04:17
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Comments8
Simple small natural treasures often overlooked and so well imaged in poets ink. I couldn't agree more my friend so many little things that may not be that little at all overlooked and forgotten. This poem a reminder that remembering little good things is what brings pleasure and meaning to life.
Bless you sorenbarrett .. you clearly read me like a book .. Neville
You are too kind and most welcome my friend hope all is well with you and yours.
Well said, Neville. I have so many of those. Sparks, I call them. Founders of many verses.
Bang on Jez .. thanks a bloomin big bundle my friend .. Neville
Tis, forsooth. Yet what half causes me to tremble is that my post for today, planned too long ago, yet has echoes here quite baldly. There's gold, fool's gold, and what is so far beyond gold that there's no comparison [see Proverbs 8 for starters] and how deliciously you've woven the deceit in these seemingly innocuous lines, the allusion and reality winking at who may see. La dee! Gorgeously rendered with exquisite imagery and a deeply haunting poignancy. I love, love, love it! Thank you for sharing.
You are becoming an increasing turn on Missy .. Bless you bless you bless you ..
I kept on going back to "the smells,
textures and taste
of already
cold ash, from well
spent fires". Reading the poem was something like watching a painter casually making marks on tbe canvas..but in no time something emerges, quite unexpected perhaps, which makes one gasp.
You made my day my friend .. thanks a bundle a bloomin BIG bundle .. Neville
I thought the answer was always 42, as I read somewhere? Maybe the answer is 204? lol.
Sometimes you are so wrong .. 🐧
How can 2 + 2 = 42, if '42' is the answer to everything?!
Dearest Neville, reading this felt like being handed keepsakes...smells, textures, fragments of gold. You remind us that memory is in the details we usually pass by. So very true and a fave from me. Loved this, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I shall never forget how kind you have been to me Tristan .. you have a heart as big as a planet mate .. Cheers .. Neville
So true Neville and the older you get the more you forget.
Andy
I near forgot to say thanks for dropping in Andy .. but checked myself before hitting send ..
yes, some things are unforgettable - store them deep in the recesses of your memory and take out and relive them whenever you need some lifting up of the spirits
Many thanks my friend .. I have often thought long and hard on the matter & each time conclude its most probably the main reason I scribble things down ..
That’s a good idea and a guaranteed winner.
All the best always 💐👍
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