Tiny Blue Moments
Tiny moments
like these
each filled with
our small talk
are much
like thin slices
of heaven
all strategically
placed on a
long thin Greek
island but
full to the brim
with such
fragile reflections ..
Yet still,
my two weeks
on Crete,
went too fast
for my liking
and I left you at
a bar while
I checked out at
reception
and guess what ..
All because
I had a stupid
plane to catch ..
But this time
next year though
God willing
I shall return,
when your dark
hair will be longer
but still tied
back loosely with
the same
blue cotton ribbon ..
And when
we meet again
and you
ask what I want
from you ..
I shall say clearly,
and in all
honesty with
such conviction
because I’ve
rehearsed it so
very often, I’ll take
a cold white wine
from you now ..
But what I really
want is to
trace the entire
length of that
blue vein which
starts deep in your
shoulder
right through to
your ankle
and leave a trace
of my DNA there
with you for always ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is rather long and the ink is still not properly dry .. it was written for Nasia P
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments5
Something shared, breathed in and threaded through so beautifully 🕊️🙏
Thanks so much arqios .. Neville
This journey starts before its beginning and yet has no ending it is an ongoing trip still underway. Nicely written my friend
Thanks sorenbarrett that's very nice to hear .. Neville
Most welcome my friend
Neville, there’s a quiet intimacy running through this…built out of small moments that refuse to stay small. That thread of blue carries everything…memory, longing, and what’s left unsaid. By the end, it feels less like reflection and more like something still unfolding. Great job, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Man you just made my day .. Cheers Tristan .. 😎🐦⬛🖤🐈⬛🐈⬛🌻👍
Slow and steady wins the race, but a year? Couldn't you have notched up your frequent flyer points at faster rate than that?
Really enjoyed the detail here, and I'm going to seek out a blue vein (and in this instance only I don't mean cheese) whenever I get the chance...if ever...
Ha .. ta muchly my friend .. made me smile .. if you haven't checked it out yet, I'll save you the trouble, it's the great saphenous vein & I had to use a little poetic license because it only runs from the foot to the groin & I thought nah' not everyone is gonna know or like that if they did .. and anyway, I got a thing about shoulders as well .. Hope you are okay .. Neville 😎👍
Funny you Should mention shoulders – I’m close by (tho’ not at the same time I hope) about armpits, provided they are attached to the right lady, plus hygiene and all.
My blue vein exploration would be in the opposite direction, of course, with delight at final destination (above caveats to apply of course).
OK? Toddling along... Had an amazing piece of dental work recently – the realignment and tightening of a loose implant after a blow - non human (the floor in fact) Took an hour, cost a few cents, but compared with what a dermatologist charges for a fifteen minute observation, a bargain.
You look after yourself, Neville.
Ouch .. will do 😎👍
Superb work, my friend. There’s a soft, sun-bleached nostalgia running through this—Crete as a thin place where time feels almost borrowable, like you could pocket it and carry it home.
But it tips into something more intense at the end, where longing becomes physical and a bit consuming, like memory trying to turn itself into possession.
What a lovely thing to post here Thomas .. Thanks ever so & then some .. Neville
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