Poem -

Recollecting Unusual Positions

                                                                                    Simultaneously
                                                                            looking down at her back
                                                                                    through the hull
                                                                            of a glass bottomed boat
                                                                                and up at the soles
                                                                           of her feet and her skirts
                                                                                 from where he lay
                                                                            in the gutter of some god
                                                                              forsaken city or other ..
                                                                                  Anyone watching
                                                                          would have thought it was
                                                                               magic, or witchcraft
                                                                          or something entirely not
                                                                                    of this earth ..
                                                                          And they would have been
                                                                                    right of course,
                                                                         since he was in the process
                                                                                    of dying alone
                                                                        in that gutter, with just a few
                                                                               fading photographs
                                                                         and a memory or two of her ..

 

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Marion

You have described perhaps, the most painful place in hell...and done it with a simple beauty that only you could achieve...top marks my friend 💕

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Neville

Blimey .. thanks a million our Marion .. x

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Yiyan Han

... photographs
and a memory or two of her ...

To me, heartbreaking words

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Neville

and sadly true .. many thanks Yiyan 

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Neville

The inspiration for it was very sad indeed .. thank you for noticing Tina x

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Linda Lank

YOUR POETRY IS SO EXCELLENT NEVILLE LINDA

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Neville

I don't know about that, but I am so very grateful to you for visiting :) 

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