Why Time is Such an Able Thief
It feels like
autumn already ..
I’ve got that
lead in my limbs
again feeling
like a desert is
almost upon me ..
Dear lord,
how can we both
possibly
survive like this
on the same page
with such
a thirst raging
between us
and the emphasis
always being
upon our longing ..
While together,
we run on empty
and it is
killing us, but ever
so slowly
and autumn is
simply taking its toll ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My sixteenth anthology A Nuance for Old Time Sake is now available from Amazon .. monies raised will hopefully go to help those with a brain tumour like my own little niece Amelie who just turned seven .. Thanks for your time and attention thus far .. Neville 💜
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Your poem holds that quiet ache of two people running on empty together, capturing how time steals not with violence but with the slow, autumnal weight that settles into the limbs and the longing between them. So relatable dear Neville. 🙏🕊️
You got me arqios .. thanks both kindly & true .. Neville
A beautiful piece my friend where the emptiness and decay seen in Autumn may be taken merely as a cycle of nature that comes and goes as mentioned in the line "I’ve got that lead in my limbs again" Yet there is a finality of deterioration in the poem as if age is taking its toll. In this process one suffers with those one travels with in this life. "On empty" and there seems to be a longing for union that is somehow denied. A lovely write my friend.
I really couldn't ask for more .. I am way beyond honoured .. thank you loads .. Neville
Always my pleasure my friend
Good write and good wishes N.
Meanwhile - but we have not had all of summer yet! lol.
Thank you kindly Orchidee .. I guess UR write about summer @least .. Neville 😎👍
Erm, yes, hope it wasn't two days in June - and that's it. Summer, I mean!
well written
Many thank you's ma'am .. 😎🌻👍
I think I must leave this to a metaphorical interpretation here, Neville most ably commented upon above. For myself, I can only suggest that autumn may come as a relief from your summer just as I will experience spring shortly with more than a little trepidation.
Hey you old dog Dave, you can beat an egg etc etc but you just can't eat a bit of metaphoria now can ya eh' .. .. Neville 😎👍
Ye Gods ! (definitely a metaphor for summat there...) You can see right through me !
Look after yourself, Neville.
Neville, this hit me hard…two people bound together yet slowly drained by everything they cannot reach. Quietly devastating, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am so glad you felt this my way Tristan .. hope you are well my friend .. Neville 🖤🐈⬛🏴🐦⬛😎👍
...because despite your superb metaphor, August is the beginning of autumn. This is gorgeous. I do so love it. Thank you very much for sharing.
How cool is that .. Maybe we could fall together .. or summat .. you cheeky Missy U .. 😎🌻👍
Ooh! That'd be splendid, methinks.
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