What is The Point of Such Beauty
When she entered a room she
would always
stand out and light up like some
kind of feature ..
Indeed, she then had, without
any doubt whatsoever,
an abundance of outstanding
beauty and charm
not to mention, buckets of poise ..
But did I ever once
mention, that with only the very
slightest of touches,
she would not only warm up but
lighten and fill
even the most inhospitable of
places and darkest
assembly halls, while breathing
fresh life into long,
cold and redundant boudoirs ..
But at the tail-end
of yet another, very long day ..
Time itself, decided
to pay a one-off unarranged visit
and insisted on
stealing a kiss, but it kissed too
hard, too long
and too deep until like over-ripe
wind fallen fruit
she then bruised and eventually
just withered away ..
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Neville (
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The ending analogy Neville is amazing. Like windfallen fruit to wither away from a kiss too long and hard is well pictured in my mind. I think I may have been there at some time. Oh but to pluck that fruit in its ripeness and with cair not to bruise taste its sweetness. It make my mouth water. A lovely write and for that last stanza a fave indeed
Many thanks brother S .. N 😎👍
Most welcome my friend
Beautiful poem. An easy fave 🙏
Cheers mate, much obliged .. Neville
Beautifully written, Neville. Your poem revolves around a woman whose beauty and charm have a profound impact on her surroundings. However, despite this beauty, the poem highlights the fragility of life and how time can diminish even the most vibrant presence.
Thank you so much my fine literary friend .. You just made my day .. Neville 😎💛🌻👍
Good write N.
Right good then Ta 😎👍
Life is full (I hope) of moments and short durations......
I don't expect more, but hope to live within each, Neville.
I thought she was lovely.
Cheers mate .. this one sure was .. 😎👍
Neville, this hit me hard…there’s something devastating about beauty meeting inevitability like this. It begins luminous and ends so quietly bruised. That final image of withering lingers in a way that feels painfully human. “she then bruised and eventually just withered away ..” stays with me, mate! Well done!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much brother T. Kindest regards & all good things, Neville 😎🐦⬛🖤🐈⬛👍
Wonderful words Neville, it reminded me of my wife who could light up a room with her smile, at her funeral many said that her smile was what they would always remember about her.
Andy
Thanks tons Andy that makes the whole exercise so very worthwhile 😎👍
She burned the corners of every room she touched, fierce and uncontained—then Time showed up, careless and cruel.
What remains is the echo of her light, bruised but impossible to forget.
You got it .. my transparency seems to have paid off on this occasion .. Cheers Thomas .. Neville
a beautiful write...good recollection of what could have been that was lost because of over enthusiasm
Thanks a million my very dear literary friend .. Your visit and understanding are so very much appreciated .. Neville 😎👍
my pleasure for sure
take care - and keep them coming
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