When the grasp becomes freed... the inner dialogue becomes existential whispers, The clarity of the once clutched becomes more defined more beautiful more ugly more... more! Sometimes distance is a microscope in this humble bunny's opinion. This is A delicious and reflective write in these embers Mr. Nev
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6 Years Ago
cor blimey Mr. B... how bloomin kind of ya and to coin a phrase from the famous Mr Mcwotsit.. I'm lu.. read morecor blimey Mr. B... how bloomin kind of ya and to coin a phrase from the famous Mr Mcwotsit.. I'm luvin it..... N :)
oh man! poignant ...deeply reflective pain of loss .. once having love ... sighhhhhhhhhh :( i guess one can try ... if there is that smallest ember still lit ... sadly ... me own life would tell me ... it aint gonna happen ... some things are one chance and one only ... time changes everyone and every place .. the old hood is haunted by new unfamiliar ghosts ... and that lost love ... tho she may be friendly ... rarely will dive in again ... that love remaining lost .... :(( well said ... very very emotive ... colored with memories and hopes... another keeper Nev!
E.
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6 Years Ago
thank you my very good friend, I really am most grateful to you, honest and true... :) N.
Your gracefully-stated message brings to mind how I recently dug out an old book & found a greeting card inside that I had been using as a bookmark. It was from my best friend who died about five years ago. I'd gotten out of the habit of thinking about him every few days, but finding this card was "kindling" and now he crosses my mind often again for a bit! *sigh!* Thanks for the pleasant tickle of longing! (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie
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6 Years Ago
thank you my friend.. that's time and words for ya innit.. two things us writers never have enough o.. read morethank you my friend.. that's time and words for ya innit.. two things us writers never have enough of... Long may you have happy thoughts Margie... NUGs back at ya.... Neville
When the grasp becomes freed... the inner dialogue becomes existential whispers, The clarity of the once clutched becomes more defined more beautiful more ugly more... more! Sometimes distance is a microscope in this humble bunny's opinion. This is A delicious and reflective write in these embers Mr. Nev
Posted 6 Years Ago
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6 Years Ago
cor blimey Mr. B... how bloomin kind of ya and to coin a phrase from the famous Mr Mcwotsit.. I'm lu.. read morecor blimey Mr. B... how bloomin kind of ya and to coin a phrase from the famous Mr Mcwotsit.. I'm luvin it..... N :)
We seem to want most what we don’t have or have lost. A poetic reminder to hold tight to the good things in life, especially loves, and enjoy the fire. One to reflect upon, sir.
Sad and sadder still that he has only just started to reflect on her pain now that he doesn't see her. Sometimes I find the most fleeting things in life are remembered as being the most beautiful. Lovely work.
Chris
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6 Years Ago
thank you kindly Chris, and much appreciated too.. Neville