Hark Thee Lover

Hark Thee Lover

 

All that is now known

To exist

Between night and day

Hangs

In the balance

Delicate 

As individual

Shards of broken glass

Like snowflakes falling

Silent

Upon a hushed

Sunday morning sidewalk 

But all that now means

Nothing does it

 

Hark thee lover harken

 

Come listen

To the wind song

Calling 

Filled to brimming

With lies and false laughter

Then note a blemish on

Horizon

Wild as tea leaves

Each stirred blindly

Into chilled spring morning

Sunlight golden

Starlings dance another

Perfect murmeration

Then they too are gone

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love seeing you here again (been sketchy the last 2 months, writing book). Love seeing a new poem from you, altho I'm still enjoying your recent book, too. This poem harkens to the way different sights & sounds & smells can conjure up a logjam of memories from some loving experience that is loving no longer! Your poem reads the way scattered memories tumble thru our awareness (((POOF!))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Bless ya BG I knew you had been hard at it for a while.. I am sure the latest will be a success and I shall obtain my own copy asap... As always, your comments and opinions of my scribbles is always appreciated, greatly valued and tilt the scales (TIPs) fondly N....

[emmajoy]

Whilst this poem has darkness and more, it still displays your special quality. Like many others, am so pleased you're able to post again, if only occasionally. Go slowly, well.

(Hope you all keep safe in our wretched weather. Lost half a fence last night.. neighbours even more. But then, read earlier than Australia has had its terrible fires doused by excessive rain.. thank goodness, at last.)

[Neville]

Thank you kindly emmajoy.. You are most kind, as always.

Neville

[emmajoy]

Always a pleasure to read your words, Neville and so many heed your words.. Such a generous poet you are. Snow and sleet here, hope things better in your world.

[Verse]

I feel like this write speaks to the whimsy and the passion of romance, but is guided by love, which can be something else altogether. Something more concrete and real underneath it all. There's the heart, and then there's the life force that drives it.

Spectacular work, Nev!!! I really do need to pay you a visit more often. :):)

V

[Neville]

Cheers V and verily .. monumentally appreciated.. and yes... you are always welcome to drop in...

Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

There is no science to love and romance. Things can seem just hunky dory and then suddenly everything falls apart. Even with all the possible blemishes, though, it is worth it to jump into romance and try to make it work. Good write, Neville. Lydi**

[Neville]

thank you my friend and poet Lydi**.. no need to ponder upon your words here.. I have long thought similarly.. they are however treasured and true....

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... Windsong... wild as tea leaves ...
The wee bird flies across my heart on a sun beam of
smiles. truly, Pat

[Neville]

You just made my tea time Pat... bless ya and true x

[Chris Shaw]

Nothing in life is perfect and love can certainly bring stormy weather. Your lines here sound like love on a knife edge. Love can be very much like the weather, blue skies and plain sailing, and then thunder clouds come swirling in. Listen to your heart. Wonderful description here Neville. Great to see a post from you after a break. Keep safe in the wild weather.

Chris

[Neville]

Thanks Chris, a delightfully uplifting welcome back...Yes tis still wild as hell here in the West.. Stay safe.... N :)

[Lorry]

I can't help but think of the timing of this post Neville, being slap bang in the middle of a four day storm and being in the twilight zone of cabin fever and the not knowing if we are past the worst, disconnected from finding out what theother is thinking and having only our wandering mind for company... And how it wanders into all the bad parts of town when left to its own devices.
Why has it taken me until now to see the freakish similarities between love and the midst of a storm. We are never too far from wondering if this is the end, or are we just in the eye of it, awaiting the second half of the craziness.
I may be influenced in my thoughts on this, but can't help be distracted by all the flying twigs and branches bouncing off my windows.
Either way, sounds like love to me 😀
Good to see you back sir. Hope those peepers are back to their HD glory.

[Neville]

Blimey squire.. wot can a bloke say eh'.. many thanks for the loadsa words up there, I have just strained my face muscles smiling.... my wife thinks I got Bell's Palsy..... Cheers mate....At least you can see the bloody debris etc hurtling towards ya.... unfortunately I am still struggling, hence the gaps between visits.. Take care up there my friend and true..... Neville

[Lorry]

You too. Don't go straining any essential equipment mate.

[andrew mitchell]

A nice write Neville, right up there with your polished work.

[Neville]

Ta and muchly meant kind sir.. Hope all is well with thee..

N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

bad weather shows up when lies and false laughter cloud the sky of life.
suddenly the broken blue sky is empty...the birds stop flying and singing...
and all is so still before the storm.
j.

[Neville]

tis true Jacob... and here we are anticipating the most vicious storm in almost ten years.....cheers.. N

[Fay Slimm]

Time comes when " lies and false laughter" are what is left when winds of change take love to its limit - - told with the balance of pathos with appeal of honesty to one who needs to harken and take heed of the drift. Good to see your welcome posting again Nev.

[Neville]

Mighty grateful Fay as always..... N :)