The Impact of Sudden Unexpected Realisation
time came to me again
last night
and reminded me that
when it
chooses to, it can hurt
like hell ..
burning brief but hard
and deeply
with a certain surefire
familiarity ..
flashing bright on their
slow but firm
descent much like some
back on back
strobe light might drop ..
each falling
from a steady dribbling
faucet set
firm in stone and higher
even than
those glass ceilings that
I repeatedly
set for my good self
and then later,
became so famous for ..
oh’ yes, I am
quite sure, it was those
time drop
visitations that left such
an aftertaste of
saccharine and creosote
in their wake ..
still no one takes blame
for wrongs
found on bad walk street
these days
since each is as guilty as
the next ..
and of course I can’t be
seen eating
sweet peaches from a tin,
with a mouth
already full of both guilt
and regret ..
so again, I am reminded
of how precious
time has always been
yet without
my consciously realising it ..
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Neville (
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This poem like a free association runs from one thing to the next flowing ever downward as water pulled by the gravity that draws it to its mother sea. Nice Neville
Its a fair cop Guv'nor .. you got me fair n square .. Cheers, Neville 😎👍
Cheers
Time hits like a fist wrapped in memory—bitter, vivid, and unrelenting.
Your words carry the weight of both regret and quiet revelation.
Thank you Thomas, my burden just got a whole lot lighter .. Neville 😎👍
Good write N.
Happy daze .. & happy easter S .. N 😎👍
Neville, those “time drop visitations”…that image sticks. It gives time a physical presence, something that arrives and leaves a mark. That’s what anchors it. Beautifully done on this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
its best not to get too hung up on em T .. they'll start happening soon enough .. Many supreme thank you's now heading your way squire .. Neville 😎🐦⬛🐈⬛🖤👍
Those "time drops" will eventually move in to stay. With each one comes a memory. The history of one's life will be written in the creams and ointments applied to dull the pain or pills swallowed to keep the body whole. It tastes bittersweet, passionate memories and troublesome regrets. They call it life. Eventually time wins out and we all pay the price. Your poem definitely has an impact of time catching up with a fully lived life. - Phil A
so very muchly appreciated Phil .. cheers, Neville 😎👍
Recollections: thought appears unbidden.. new link forged to further memory and... Been there, so very familiar - different thoughts different links, same dynamic...yes, so very familiar...
Hands up, you got me Dave .. Neville 😎👍
Cheers Neville. Relieved I can remove myself from other distractions and make sense.....
...that is does, N. Hope you're okay. We are right here with you. 🙏🕊️
Repeat after me .. I must not believe everything I read, or what the voices tell me .. I am fine thanks ... or if you prefer, write it down 500 times but make it neat & keep between the lies .. Neville 😎👍
p.s there are no typos here
There are typos on mine, lol. But never in relation to those I hold dear. Cheers 🕊️🙏
Time will never stop Neville and it will bring so many things to us.
Andy
Thanks Andy .. Neville
🤩 wow. The fragility of fleeting time is well documented
You are far too kind my friend .. Thank you so much .. Neville 😎🌻👍
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