Old Sunlight

Old Sunlight

 

Time it did

For sure

Stand still there

Mirrors cracked

Dead flowers on the

Window sill there

Old sunlight

Straining through

Torn nets there

A single dust mote

Pirouettes

Then dies there

The same old photos

With yellow

And frayed edges

Save long forgotten

Smiles and blushes

A champagne flute

With broken stem there

Empty jam jars

Drowned paint brushes

In the grate

Cold long dead ashes

Do we really want

To go back there

A simple question

Begging answers

Old sunlight on still

Mantle-clock there

Falters

Yes time it does

For sure

Stand still there

Moments locked away

Not yet forgot there 

Grateful to old sunlight

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[lightsong]

I don't know why I'm so attached to ancient times, like I was born in a wrong time?! well maybe I was there in some time, though You are speaking of memories, but Your words brought that inside my mind too. I also believe that the old times, the old sunlight of Yours is much much better than nowadays.

[Neville]

many of us feel like that my friend.. but the grass is not always greener on the other side.. sometimes, there is no grass there at all ... am still smiling tho.... N x

[Katrina Mckeown]

Past memories captured perfectly by the window of the heart. Love it!

[Neville]

Hey.. how cool is that, thank you Katrina...

[Robert Trakofler]

I saw the reflections of old sunlight draped upon the fading memories and sketches of the past casts a hue all to itself as the shadows take form to long lost revelations begging to be embraced. an interesting structure in these lines Nev makes for a very meditative writing

[Neville]

Good afternoon Robert and thanking you for stopping by this very almost Halloween.. a special thanks too coz I know ya busy... :)

[Cherrie]

Old memorizes can be good company, and a good poem its window .
Very good

[Neville]

Hello Cherrie, good to see you... please accept my humble but sincere thanks for the visit... Hope you are well N :)

[Cherrie]

I guess I've been regrouping, working on some sketches.

[Neville]

good to hear... I must pay you a call..

[olla]

you could have written this about my house.. I tend to keep touch stones.. talismen.. until they are so dusty I am surprised my nickname isn't sneezy.. old sunlight.. yes.. it tends to be softer.. like Indian summer.. warm but with rounded edges.. suitable for faded photographs.. and sundried rose petals.. well done..

[Neville]

maybe we should form a cult or summat....sun-dried rose petals darn near featured in this one big time...thank you for visiting these words and your kind comment..

[olla]

maybe.. it's the dust motes I'm having trouble with these days..

[Neville]

ah' they get up my nose too.. :)

[Crowley]

That is the oddest and coolest cadence I have read in a long time. The desperateness, the low light, the repetition. One of my favorites of yours, it really grabs me by the anxiety riddled heart.

[Neville]

Thank you terribly my good friend....

[Rhayne]

Past memories, some lived, some not. Sometimes I wonder if some of our new ideas are really memories of a past life. Deja Vu, old sunlight.
Brilliant, N. I love it!

[Neville]

Thank you kindly my friend.. a welcome and much appreciated visit... N :)

[Lorry]

I wonder what these words would conjure if you tried to paint it, if you could. But the mind is quite good at that, painting a permanent scene from the greatest hits of yesterday, adding subtle layerings that project new angles of old thoughts into the equation.
Perfectly captured and the title is perfect in relation to the readers thoughts as they wander along your lines.
I like it Sir, dagnabbit.

Ps... Im trying to bring dagnabbit back. Look out for it trending 😀

[Neville]

Dagnabit I love the term dagnabit.. dunno why it ever fell out of favour.. it trips off the tongue so easily .. what ever happened to Yosemite Sam eh.... Oh' sorry and thanks for such a bloomin encouraging response to these words Lorry....

[Lorry]

One of my favourite characters from childhood, him and bugs on the saturday matinee show (that makes me sound like i was a kid in the 1800s.)

[Neville]

One of mine too.. and I was almost :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I could see the dead flowers on the window sill, the dust mote and the yellow frayed edges of photos. The images this conjures up is monumental, extraordinary at best!

[Neville]

you are far too generous, but so very much appreciated Kelly... thank you & truly...

[Kelly Scheppers]

You're welcomed, my far away friend!

[emmajoy]

' Dead flowers on the - Window sill there - Old sunlight - Straining through - Torn nets there - A single dust mote - Pirouettes - Then .. .. '

These words truly get to me, Neville. You've gently touched on time past, its fragile place in fairly recent history. Even though stained with age it leaves far more than glitzy nowadays ever could. You've managed in quite simple yet fine language to encapsulate the small significants, feel and scent of.. what is now incredibly beautiful. For me, unforgetable.

Belated sorries for this late review, taking a short break to focus on life offline.

[Neville]

Hey no worries emmajoy, this old guy thanks you both kindly and truly... N :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Wonderful. The piece reads like a linked haiku. Loving the style and its depth of expression. Superb, Neville:)

[Neville]

How very kind of you Pryde.. Many thanks indeed N :)