Nella

Nella

A Poem by Allen Smuckler
"

...trying desperately to find myself

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The awakening of

the soul,

the head,

and finally the body

has passed old Nella by

again.

She lies purblindly

on her forlorn,

forgotten bed of time…

 

Memories slicing thru her past,

stinging like a hornet.

Thinking of the nights before

which never came to be.

Poor old Nella

burnt again

and taken for a ride…

She doesn’t like to blame

herself;

She blames it on her pride…

 

Nella isn’t really hurt

(or so that’s what she says)

she’s been thru all those

½ a*s games

a thousand times before.

 

Awakenings,

made up myths,

foolish dis (illusions).

That’s all there is,

and there ain’t no more,

so Nella says to me.

It’s time to close

my eyes, and sleep

 once more,

to wake up when it’s better.

 

 

 

                                              

© 2011 Allen Smuckler


Author's Note

Allen Smuckler
Written May 28, 1972
picture: The moon

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So many times so many people look back over the years...that passed them by or maybe they never had the opportunity or encouragement to pursue their dreams. Some look back to see only a blank page. A wonderful poem!
I like your style of writing.

WindSong

Posted 13 Years Ago


Definitely meloncholy but still has such truth. This makes me think, makes me wonder how I'll handle looking back over all my life when I'm near the end of it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I like this poem. Life allow us to do many things. Few people look back and feel bad for what was done and can't be repaired. Nella is very cool with me.
"Nella isn’t really hurt
(or so that’s what she says)
she’s been thru all those
½ a*s games
a thousand times before."
Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


The problem here is, What if "IT" shows no signs of GETTING better? Do we then opt to sleep forever? (Rhetorical question...)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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The awakening of the soul,

Awakenings,
made up myths,
foolish dis (illusions).
That’s all there is,
and there ain’t no more,
so Nella says to me.
It’s time to close
my eyes, and sleep
once more,
to wake up when it’s better.

yes, I agree so meloncholy, which I had waited to read this one tonight, then maybe I could close my eyes a sleep. lol
Really love the soft, relaxing flow of this one. Awesome piece and what a photo.


Posted 13 Years Ago


meloncholy, bro, this made me think of my grandmother, oh the history those macular degenerating eyes have seen....sigh....and that moon photo...how did you get that? i've tried and tried and always end up with a blurry mess

Posted 13 Years Ago


hmm, makes me wonder if I am not Nella, this saddens me, kudos for evoking emotions in mere words!

Posted 13 Years Ago


You keep getting better and better at this Allen, I might learn something from you yet! I even loved the title, and your words continue on with dream like woman.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Enjoyed the read, really felt the emotions:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is so wondrful and so powerful. Love the emotion.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Allen Smuckler
Allen Smuckler

Sarasota, FL



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I'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..

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