Looking to See

Looking Just to See

 

It was while he was looking

Just to see

He smiled the easy smile

He would later

Become known for

You know the one

That made his eyes burn bluer

Than the bluest of blues

 

For the briefest of moments

He saw them both savored

And wasted

Infinitely etched and indelibly

Traced without so much as a hint

Of definition like the finest of fine

Cobwebs and each

One of them was smiling

 

It was there draped

Much like silk

Upon his opaque lenses

Such fraught filigrees now clouding

Those fondest of memories complete

Though now much truer than

The very truest true

Yes twas then a cry was sounded

 

Yes he had a voice indeed

And through it whispered

Let it be recorded now

In ciphers codes and alphabets

In Roman

Rune and ancient hieroglyph

Let us ne’er forget dear friends

To call such moments poetry

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Moments, snapshots, poetry in a portrait...and yet...his beauty distorted...
wasted beauty in a person...an innocent ruined by the world as he grew up...
this is really deep and well crafted as it gives us just enough to put our own slant on this.
j.

[Neville]

Thank you jacob my friend, I do so very much like deep.... N.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

And it is in motionless wonder the beauty of the truth that was always there...waiting to be seen...🌹🌹🌹

[Neville]

Thank you kindly Thoughts in Time.. stay safe :)

[Ken Simm.]

Such an excellently painted portrait Neville. This equates so much with feeling as well as seeing which as you know is always very close to my heart. For that and many more reasons I enjoy this piece.

[Neville]

Then I thank you Ken in more ways than one merci, arigato, danke & Благодаря

останете в безопасност

Neville

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... a Parrot never forgets...
even when he cannot speak... he can still
want a cracker. The feelings never die...
they just sigh. truly, Pat

[Neville]

Bless ya my dear friend Pat and truly too don't cha know...
Now, may I ask a little favour of thee... Pray take another good hard look at my lovely parrot/macaw and come back n tell me what you eventually might see x

[MOON]

Some moments are simply lyrical , they sing, lovely...

[Neville]

thank you kindly for shining down upon my scribble.... stay safe,

Neville

[barleygirl]

Your poem reads to me like a reminder that being observant is the core principle for a writer to internalize & feed & grow. Even tho your title is about "seeing", it could also be just as strongly about "feeling" . . . the way you describe what's seen, it's a gateway into what's felt in a big way. Here's hoping you & yours are all doing well & healthy (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

cheers Margie.... and a mighty big thank you to ya.... am so enjoying da book my friend....NUGs back at ya... fondly Neville

[Fay Slimm]

This time around the read touched deeper to my mind into how "looking just to see" can turn into gazing through opaque gauze at memory when moments with friends meant so much - - your words struck the reminder that moments must never be wasted. So glad I caught this write again Nev............x

[Neville]

Hey thanks Fay.. sometimes ya just need to take a second peek dont ya.. I know I do.... x

[Chris Shaw]

This time on reading, you have posted an image which I don't believe I saw before, nine months ago. That is what I like about your work Neville, that is open to interpretation, and this time you brought me something quite different. Hoping all with you and yours is good. Keep safe and well.

Chris

[Neville]

thank you Chris & you too

Neville

[Fay Slimm]

As so many have expressed after reading this tribute to seeing the poetic in every moment let me add that your example of intimate versing brings warmth to this heart too - - a poem worthy of special attention and thanks for sharing it mon ami ..................... Fay

[Neville]

am gonna thank thee too then.... thank you Fay..

[Eilis]

I saw the photo you paired with the poem and I wondered if this would be about some world-traipsing. And then I was reminded of a bird that looked just like that that lived in my in-law's living room for many years, and used to scare the bejeebes out of me when I would walk by and he would yell at me.

But, then I read the poem and was reminded of the poet-mind, and how it sees everything as potential and how sometimes that can be a blessing and at others a curse. All about the moment. Perhaps that is what poets truly are--the moment catalogers. And the ones attempting to lend each one we experience the weight it ought to have. Sometimes it makes me light as a feather and others....well, I think you understand. At least your poem tells me so.

Enjoyed this, Neville.

[Neville]

You may never know how good it is to hear from you my friend.. many thanks indeed for such an encouraging and uplifting visit..... Neville

[Robert Trakofler]

these reads like the beginning of an epic novel pulls you straight in by the chin and set you right on the course of it lines. I have but one feeling from the culmination of these lines in my ear and that is you have reached that point when all things become poetry such an expression in your resonance

[Neville]

it does kind of become all consuming my friend.. maybe that is one of the reasons I am trying to limit myself.. maybe N :)