Thrown Away Things
I wonder if I told her
she would get it,
or would she try to
bury her head
in the sand and buy
herself out of it
by any chance since
I always knew it
was a long shot right
from the off ..
But still I had to take
it just for the sake
of my own peace of
mind etc etc ..
Whatever the case
though, all our plans
and our gains
were each as fleeting
as old Filofax,
Betamax and eight
tracks back in the day ..
In a word, they
were nothing more
than flash in the pans
or rich boys toys ..
Those which all too
soon became cheap
throw away playthings
and only used for
so called fast getaways ..
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Neville (
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And such are relationships often a flash in the pan but we take the chance anyway if only for a throw away toy. A lovely write my friend
How kind & muchly appreciated my friend .. Neville
Always a pleasure my friend
Neville, what a thoughtful and quietly cutting piece. I know the need to follow possibility despite suspecting where it leads...and your procession of yesterday’s prized possessions captures the cold disposability beneath it all. One heck of a write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That'll do nicely Tristan & I'll take it my friend .. Thank you .. Neville
Nicely written . Your poem contemplates the futility of holding onto certain ambitions and material possessions, comparing them to obsolete items such as Filofaxes, Betamaxes, and eight-tracks. It seems to convey a sense of resignation to the impermanence of life and the inevitability of change.
Bless you Friendship .. Neville
The classic fling in so many words, and THIS time from HIS perspective...why, oh WHY do I now see 007 conjured up from--?! Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a damning poignancy. Oh James! But I'll never stop loving you.
Aww Gawsh .. now ya got me gushin .. all shaken n stirred ..
Sometimes in the morning light
we realize what we did last night
then in the clear of the day
we make our fast getaway
Though hearts become merely things
we cling to what freedom brings
Thrown away in self-defense
we chalk it up experience.
I read this as a lament upon a morning after, where we regret our own actions. It's true that in retrospect we rue what happened; but justify it as preservation of own independence. Later in life we come to ponder the affair and wonder what might have been. We recognize then that we might have broken a heart and/or thrown away an opportunity for happiness. Either way, all is said and done and we are where we are. i found great wisdom in your poem and loved the way it ended ina "fast getaway." - Phil A.
Thrilled to bits upon my seeing you here Phil, no kidding my friend .. I had been wondering where you have been .. I so hope life is treating you kindly .. and as far as reviews are concerned, the one you just left for me here ticks all my boxes and couldn't possibly ask for more .. Thank you so much .. Neville
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