Never Not Once

Dont tempt me....

Never Not Once

 

She never once saw

The true blue of his

Eyes

She was far too busy

Crying

She never once heard

Him read his poems

Out loud

She was far too busy

Denying

She never once felt

His fingertips and lips

Between

Her shoulder blades

She was far too busy

Conspiring  

She never once tasted

His true salt

Nor the soil of him

Vaguely  

Reminiscent of both

Pine forest and sea

She was far too busy

Being angry and

Drowning in self pity

Now of course

She never can or will

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

With a glut of reality shows on TV channels, typical drama centers around one or more unbelievable b*****s. I'm embarrassed for my gender, the way these women act. Since it's popular TV, I guess young women grow up thinking this is the way to get your way, using wiles & manipulation. After all, it's reality TV. Your poem paints a valid viewpoint that often gets buried under so many travesties done to women by the horribly unscrupulous men. Your message makes a very good point with intensity! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

I suspect the problem is as old as the hills.. even older than reality TV...maybe... thanks Margie for switching channels and coming over to my side nug nug... N x

[barleygirl]

I'm duly chastised . . .

[Neville]

chaste, perhaps, maybe, yes.. chastised, no never.. not on my watch... I could sort the former, no prob... the latter just aint gonna happen nug nug...

[Einstein Noodle]

bravo Neville...one for the men of the world who are people too ;) especially feel the pain of the poet who she will not read nor listen to ... whatever her reason ... its a rejection that defies sugar coating .. great stuff in the salt and soil ..the pines and seas ... very tactile and emotive .. wonderful read for me sir .. poor girl missed out on all the fun didn't she?!
E.

[Neville]

You bet'cha... you just can't beat a decent poetry reading can ya....Many thanks Gene, a much appreciated and thoughtful visit.... N

[lightsong]

some people don't recognize how fortunate they are until what they have is gone, they miss and slip these treasured blessed moments of their hands, hearts and lives, dwelling in negative emotions, sad... so sad, when they even don't give You the chance to love them as You want.

[Neville]

True, but that is just the way it is.. win some, lose some.. gawsh, look how hard, callous, bitter and twisted I've become.... bless ya Light...N

[lightsong]

I'm sure it's their loss if they have lost the kind, smart and funny Neville :)

[Neville]

:) .... smiling and blushing.. my word how this guy can multi task.... :)

[lightsong]

and he is very good in all of them :)

[Neville]

..... :) N

[andrew mitchell]

I met one like that she was a me , me, me, me type. Selfish as! Nice work nifty Nev!

[Neville]

Nifty say's thanks.. sounds like you got off lightly, just the one.... N

[sette]

and how painful it can be..but then love can be like that it can make or break you

[Neville]

lots of things can be like that I'm afraid and often, love just doesn't feature at all... bless ya sette... N

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Hi Neville, I saw you among the top writers today so came to say hello. There is a lot of clarity and a certain decisiveness to this poem that appeals to me. She seems to me to be like a princess in an ivory tower, perhaps, like Rapunzel, hasn't seen the world really or is locked in the confines of self. Sadly, she didn't make the effort. A more simpler, grounded lady would have treasured such a love.

[Neville]

Hello my friend, what can I say other than a mighty big thank you, so here goes.. THANK YOU... all good things, Neville

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

It’s such a great pleasure all mine Neville! You’re so kind and friendly. Will you be my friend? :)

[Lorry]

We rarely remember the moments you speak of, until they are no longer there, if they ever were. So much gets in the way of moments we should cherish. They come along so infrequently that some seem to have difficulty in recognizing them.
Your words speak of a story so many of us wll recognise, and some may even recognise the fact they didn't.
Scrambling for a positive on this subject...At least poetry wins from it.

[Chris Shaw]

You know Neville, one woman's loss is another's gain. Sometimes people can:t see the wood for the trees. They have it all but can't see it. Blue eyes, lips. fingertips, taste, pine forests, seas. So appealing to the senses. The "she" in your poem, is lost in negativity. She has certainly lost you, at least in this dimension although I think you still shine that torch for her. I never met a man who wrote poetry in my early years. What a loss that was. Lovely lines here, much meat on the bones to contemplate.

Chris

[Neville]

Aye.. the wood is there but the wall in front of it often obscures the beauty of what lies beyond... if these words keep ya thinking, then maybe all is not lost....thanks our Chris ...

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning Neville. Your words always stimulate my brain cells. Always give them a work out. Have a good day. Sun's out but it's colder.

Chris

[Neville]

Yes, tis woolly weather this fair and blustery mane... you have a good day too my friend & thanks again.. N

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and good words shared Neville. Some people will cry and forget to see new opportunity. I liked the logic of the words and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Neville]

You always cheer me up Coyote... many thank you's my good friend...N

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad and you are welcome my friend.

[Neville]

........... :) cheers Johnnie... N

[Mrudula Rani]

she had a treasure before her, to cherish. But she lost the opportunity!
Your observations are very profound. My friend.
Odd! I feel sorry for her

[Neville]

Thank you so much M.... words do that to ya sometimes, don't they...... N x