Poem -
Waiting
Waiting
Listen for the sound of sunlight
Here
Where the words of tiny children
Seem
To echo in our hollow
As lichen hangs like an old mans
Beard
From the twisted boughs and limbs
Upon which
We once freely used to climb
There is a certain sadness here
A stillness and all too familiar quiet
But new
Like an overdue Spring
In the wake of an extended winter
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wow! really cool write Neville!.....................................................................Jim
Bless you brother Jim ............................................................... NevilleÂ
awesome poetry Linda keep writing
I also quite like awesome .. thank you so much for indulging me Linda .. your visits are always welcome & much appreciated .. N :)
Haunting...I can almost imagine sitting in childhood places still and silent hearing the ghost laughter of what will never be again.
'But new
Like an overdue Spring
In the wake of an extended Winter'
Love these lines which imply to me that memories become more important and sometimes more real than life itself as we age and review...but I could be wrong.Â
Great write Neville and pinned x
Bless you Marion, you really are perceptive, read me like a book why don't ya .. top marks for literary interpretation & astuteness .. x
My goodness this is good! One of my favourites from you thus far I think. The weave in this reads so elegantly off the tongue. The heavy laden sensation created is just perfectly inked and then it ends on those last lines of utter pure brilliance. Marion wrote out my favourite lines. Needless to say I will read this over and over again. For it is stunning Neville. Seriously good writing xxÂ
I am as they say around here 'chuffed to bits' .. actually, I've never heard anyone around here say that .. but you get my drift don't ya x