Best Before See Date

Best Before See Date

 

You might well call me

Out of date

Just because

My fingers now form

Obsolete chord structures

Upon and in the air

Where they remain

Fixed like catatonic and

Invisible statues

Within disturbed ether

 

Yes precisely there

Where the very breath

Of you sighing claws back

Unfamiliar harmonics

From vaguely familiar

Yesterdays

Vacuum packed embraces

Sterile kisses

Pon freckled faces

Smiling …………

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I can't decide which I love more, your poem or Einstein's response to it!?!? This is a little bit more freaky than you usually do & I love it. I'm starting to work up a Halloween mood around here . . . gettin' spooky. Love the way your creepy descriptions of funky digits reminds me of how we can become stuck in a certain pose, in life, not exploring what else is "in there" or "out there"! Love your intricate imagination here (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Take ya time.. see if I care... got to hand it to Mr Noodle tho.. Cheers again Margie..... N x

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! poignant, deeply emotive .. strong use of the fingers and similes ..catatonic, claws ...obsolete chord structures ..so powerful..i felt my own hands ..and fingers ..arthritic ...cramped tight in un-natural positions .. and i really like the drawing in of the ether ...what in the world did you eat before bedtime???? the turn to love and memories surprised me ..but it all makes a whole lot of sense .. nice work sir!
E.

[Neville]

Blimey, I just read it back to myself.. now where did all that come from eh'.... Last time I wolf down that local Somerset Cheddar with the slightly green tinge to it, I can tell ya.. tis back to the cocoa before bed from now on..... Many thanks winging their way towards ya Gene.....All Good Things, Neville

[Einstein Noodle]

green cheeses do it every time eh!? ;)))))))))))

[Neville]

You can say that again.... Stay Well my Friend..... N

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Neville, I found this poem sad to read. It spoke to me about changes, and everything changes with time. Vacuum packed embraces, sterile kisses. Things stored away. I wonder whether you are reflecting on memories? Freckled faces, smiling through the ether of the past. Loved this writing. A touch of melancholy here. That's how your words came across to me.

Chris

[Neville]

They are nowt but words Chris.. thanks for checking in but no need to worry...... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Yep, they are words, but the tone is sad and your words got through x

[Neville]

I am trying to be a poet x

[Chris Shaw]

Well you are succeeding !!

[Neville]

.................... ta for that x