Nothing but Moments

Nothing but Moments

 

We are no more than

A series of moments

And

Maybe not that even

 

Precious in passing

And

Only fleetingly felt

Like a dandelion clock

 

Pon a casual breeze

Blowing

Yet mostly just

Slipping away

 

And all without fuss

On what might once

Have otherwise been

Nowt but a summer’s day

 

Smiling and dreaming

Waving and knowing

Lips nicely puckered

For kissing and loving

 

Every tick of the clock

As we shuffle through time

We are but glorious

Moments like that I would say….

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we would like to be remembered like a beautiful rose, or a neatly manicured lawn of a life...
but if our memory fades so fast like dandelion in the wind...
we can hope to find our own glory somehow...and at least have lived, whether we are remembered or not.

[Neville]

thank you for visiting these words and sharing your thoughts here jacob... N.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Moments passing in and out of a day...showing the way to paths ...the way ...moments seconds passing by ...if we could know where does time go....🌹

[Neville]

where indeed.... bless ya my friend..

Neville

[emmajoy]

Thing about dandelions, they re.appear and feed the bumble bees then, they in turn, in a circle of life, feed every part of us. And, that is what a poem like yours does, Neville

This is more than finely laid and creates so many visuals.

[Neville]

thank you for taking a peek emmajoy, tis very much appreciated too.

Neville

[emmajoy]

I might not always review, but I inevitably read!

[Fay Slimm]

Precious indeed Nev - - like a breath of foreverness for a moment in time - -experiencing life and love on this glorious planet - - with fleetingly heard whispers methinks of better to come - -- there is much to ponder in your winsome words after reading this beautiful verse again.

[Neville]

thank you ever so much dear Fay... far too kind tho.. so ya are :)

[Katrina Mckeown]

Love the imagery, a kiss fleetingly felt ...like a dandelions clock ..precious and momentous no matter how slightly felt.

[Neville]

You got it... how good is that... thank you :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Precious in passing

And

Only fleetingly felt

Like a dandelion clock

Some very spectacular metaphor use, here. I really enjoyed:)

[Neville]

thank you :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I loved your analogy of the dandelion, so well defined. "We are but glorious..." ...such a lovely juggernaut of feeling, Nev!

[Neville]

thanking you kindly Kelly my fine friend and poet... many thanks indeed... N :)

[Crowley]

Love the dandelion imagery, this was a sweet one neville, made me feel all squishy. You have an eye for romance and the reality that is time and loves lesson. When ever you bring out the velvet gloves, i know something good is going to happen....Loved this!

[Neville]

bless ya sir... hardly anything gives me greater pleasure than a big bloke coming over all squishy after reading about me dandelions and stuff :)

[Crowley]

lol!!! now that's funny!

[Lorry]

If we, us and everything is but the pause between a tick and tock, it still doesn't make the pleasure, pain and indifferent any less real to us, stuck here between a tick and tock.
Can't wait for the next tock though, it's taking forever. I hope in the next moment I am a penguin, this human lark, working, paying bills, taxes, is just not working out for me. I would much rather fly underwater 😀

[Neville]

Penguins it is then brother.... cheers and smiles all round sir...... :)

[Robert Trakofler]

a bit of grace has entered your pen as you placed it in a delightful presentation for my pondering pleasure dear Nev! This is great I love it every line this has to be one of my favorites from you good sir its hard to be sure for you are one of the most prolific poetry writers I have ever known, but the Zen of you is shining a lovely shade in this write:) you may have caught hint that i am very fond of this concept your conjuring

[Neville]

I am well and truly honoured Robert my friend.... thank you and true... N :)

[Chris Shaw]

In the overall picture of things we are just moments and fleeting with it. You capture that well here Neville. You capture life here speeded up and then left us lingering in the slow motion of individual memories. Very nicely penned.

Chris

[Neville]

Thanking you most kindly Chris.

Neville