A Short Series of Wonderings
I wonder if you ever
thought your
whispered lies hurt
any less than
those you shouted ..
and I wonder
when you squeezed
me like that
you were thinking
of someone
else entirely maybe ..
in fact, I have
often wondered why
after all we
then shared, it never
worked out
and came to nothing ..
yes, I do still
occasionally wonder
but not so
very often these days ..
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Neville (
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A glimpse through a keyhole in time at thoughts that seem to darken as the sun goes down. A most lovely write of a haunting past dimmed. Loved it Neville
A lot of water has flowed under the bridge since the time way back when I thought I was drowning .. many thanks my dear friend .. Neville
It is always a pleasure to read your poetry my friend
A wondering good write N.
I wondered whether you would turn up & then wondered whether you would say something like that .. Neville
A lost love from way back will sometimes pop into memory and cause one to wonder what happened. Nonetheless, it was a blissful time and who can argue with that. So well-spoken it caused me to wonder. - Phil A.
Thanking you kindly my friend .. I had been thinking of you for a while so thanks for stopping by .. I both hope and trust you are well .. Neville
Thank you Neville. All is well, just a few aches and pains, but that's life. I'll return the concern and hope you are fit and well. Again, thanks. - Phil A.
............................... Cheers Phil & good to hear, a bit like me then really .. 😎👍
Obviously in precisely the right moment to give it that level of reflective examination.
I recognise the distance and depth perfectly...
Then cheers Dave .. Neville
You're right, Neville...memories...!
We all wonder Neville, the biggest unanswered question in life is "What if....?"
Andy
Indeed true, but some folk just seem to want to rub your nose in it ta .. Neville
Neville, this carries a quiet, lingering weight…not loud, not dramatic, just honest. That movement from hurt to reflection, and then to something like distance, feels real. The wondering softens, but never fully leaves…just becomes something you visit less often. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thanks mate, you got it .. Neville 😎🖤🐈⬛🌻👍
Brilliant work.
Many BIG uns Thomas .. THANK Q's I mean .. Neville
Consider yourself luck. My doubts line up and hound me most nights. Well put.
I hear you loud n clear Dan, but I've got a whole pack of em .. Good luck my friend, sounds like you may need it if the missus gets wind of those doubts of yours .. Neville
good to know that the past does not haunt as much as before...liked it...
Phew, that's one heck of a relief .. thanks so much for passing it on .. Neville
always welcome, take care - stay safe, healthy and happy
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