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.

[Edie Blue Starfish]

Like an album of memories we look upon fondly (or regrettably). Each special and forever etched.

[Neville]

You are indeed most kind.. and I thank you for it Edie..

Neville

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, such moments are poetry. Snapshots of life that we can never forget...that we don't want to forget. When eyes are bluer than blue and life is sunny. Where does it all go wrong? Why does it? You give us much to ponder here, Neville. I liked it. Lydi**

[Neville]

thank you so much for visiting these words dear Lydi** and for the encouragement you have left here my friend... Neville :)

[Chris Shaw]

This piece is beautifully penned and also open to interpretation. After reading several times, I see a photograph from the past being viewed. It is of two people smiling and there is much emotion coming through. My immediate thoughts tell me this could be a photograph of a parent. I say that because I showed my mother a few days ago a photograph of her and my father on the day of their engagement and it brought a lump to my throat. Those moments are poetry without doubt. There is a great deal of depth here, there often is with your poetry Neville. A super poem.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you Chris, your consideration of these words is, as always, very much appreciated.

read moreThank you Chris, your consideration of these words is, as always, very much appreciated.

Neville

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Loving this piece is not enough, I think making it a memory verse would do.
You've writing here what I think deserve s to be writing and what I think have to read.
Good job.

[Neville]

You are very kind dear Kay and far too good for words.. but thank you and true... Neville

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

It's my pleasure...

[Neville]

then I shall thank thee again..... thank you... N :)