The Ghost of My Self That Was

The Ghost of My Self That Was

A Poem by Neville
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A few reflections, having just sold my mountain home and bolt hole high in the Starra Planina Mountains of Bulgaria

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The Ghost of My Self That Was




I did not want to fall


asleep


last night again


without you ..


And so, I sat alone


on the balconet


in the pouring rain


with a full jug


of wine, but minus


the usual cigarettes ..


It was there


where I felt,


for the first time lost ..


Not like a visitor


lost, or alone ..


But more like an


unwelcome guest,


or a ghost perhaps ..


In what was


once, my very own


perfect mountain home ..

 

© 2023 Neville


Author's Note

Neville
the mention of cigarettes was a poetic prop .. I've not lit up for more years than I can now remember .. the wine was red .. the image is mine

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I always say goodbye to each and every room, before leaving. It's like letting go of a friend, as it leaves you in tears. Ok, maybe that's just me reflecting back on a memory, but I felt a lump in my throat as you sat alone on that balcony in the pouring rain. I applaud you for "breaking the habit". That in itself is quite an accomplishment. And I'll take a glass of that red wine, too...and toast to the ghosts of our past!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


please accept my very sincere apologies for this uncharacteristic and otherwise imposed late.. read more
Kelly Scheppers

1 Year Ago

No apology needed my friend! The offer still stands!
Neville

1 Year Ago


.................... OK .. Cheers K .. N 🍷🍷



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To leave something we have grown so fond of is a sad day indeed but, the memories created while there will stay with you for a long time and maybe you can return someday? Sounds like an enchanting retreat to me, sorry you had to say goodbye.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


thanks for the vote of confidence Will, as always appreciated my friend .. After almost twen.. read more
Hellos, Dear, Neville,
I rapture this poem,
It is whithstanding, lost, to find no love,
I love the whole, ciggis, the rain, the mountains, great write hon!
-----1809 Black Plage December

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


Hello my friend many thanks indeed for taking a few moments to consider the ingredients whic.. read more
I know how hard it must have been to say a final farewell to your mountain retreat. From your writing, I feel as though I have been there. You will have your wonderful memories, but more so, the spirit of you will linger in those walls as though you have never left. Sitting alone on the balconet, in the pouring rain with only your red wine for company added to the sadness I felt when reading this poem. On the bright side as one door closes another door opens Neville. A fine good morning to you from sunny Berkshire.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


You are absolutely write Chris, about everything except the weather this end .. thank you ki.. read more
I feel the somber mood presented, in the image of what once was. Spirit still lingers over there, with a sense of belonging that supersedes legal claim. Wonderfully atmospheric with the backdrop of this beautiful mountain range.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


how extraordinarily delightful .. many thanks Archishman Rick .. Neville :)
I've felt like this, in my own life. It is a strange feeling.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

1 Year Ago


It is indeed my friend and may I just say, what an honour it is to have you appear on my pag.. read more
Light and ashes

1 Year Ago

bless you, friend. It was my pleasure.
Neville

1 Year Ago


we call that a win win around these here parts :)
Can I say this is a dark hollywood scene from the thirties to me. And all the better for it. Wondefully atmospheric.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Neville

1 Year Ago


you can say absolutely anything you want Ken .. go on, let yourself go sir .. oh' so ya did,.. read more

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