Until Spring

Until Spring

 

How I wonder

Each and every

Year  

How many

Leaves

Might shed a

Tear   

As they

Tumble and

Fall to the

Ground  

 

Each one of

Their dances

Unique  

A golden

Explosion

A seasonal

Masterpiece

Of sight

Without Sound  

 

No doubt

About it

The very

Prettiest cloud

And

Something

Surely  

To consider

Out loud

 

The briefest of

Wind blown

Murmerations  

Individual heroes

Versus flocks

Of willing sheep

Those 

That take a dive

And those who

For love do leap

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[lightsong]

"Masterpiece
Of sight
Without Sound"

those lines struck me, left me with sadness and gentleness, thinking about them deep as the people who weep and groan alone without showing it to others, pretty much like those leaves You my dear Neville have described and expressed them in such a haunting way, and there after comes Your last verse to give proof to my feelings, still as Spring is getting near, hope is clear. Your heart was feeling it deeply when You wrote this.

[Neville]

I aint even gonna try to explain how much I appreciate these words my dear Friend because no matter how much I love words and how frequently I use them, I could not do justice to them, or the lovely sentiment they collectively convey.. You will just have to accept my word and my thanks... Bless You G Girl

Neville

[lightsong]

I accept You as You, thus anything from You. and Bless Neville too 🌠

[Neville]

Blushing big 😎

[sonnie ibadah]

"...Individual heroes
Versus flocks
Of willing sheep..."

This whole piece is thought provoking, but these lines stand out to me. Thank you!!

[Neville]

I gotta thank both you and Chris sonnie .. you for checking in and Chris for resurrection this oldie ...

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Rummaging through your archives and this poem struck me as being an appropriate one to revisit as we are in autumn now and the leaves have commenced their parting. Most will take a dive but some will leap from the tree. Autumn is not a happy time for me but spring is and I am ready focusing on rebirth. A poem which can be read on several levels. Beautiful and meaningful work, well worth a revisit Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

I am humbled that you should re-visit these words Chris .. delighted too mind .. and I Hope this Autumn will be something of an exception ...

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

I very much hope so. Love your work, always have, always will :)

[Neville]

................................................. x

[barleygirl]

Your poem floated me on a peaceful breeze of pondering until the last thought-provoking verse, which twists things up a bit and how can I NOT read this & be reminded that those flocks of sheep seemingly rule the world with a sort of mob mentality, diving into a belief system in a seemingly illogical way, something we must get beyond staring at with gaping mouths & figure out how to counter the influence of the flock!?!? I don't know. This is my first poem this morning & only a half cup of coffee . . . could be a weak ponder on a brilliant poem & I apologize (((BUMS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Unless you neck the second half of that there cup of coffee and down another, we may never know.. Bless ya Margie (PERC's) fondly.... N :)

[barleygirl]

And of course, I never torch my first pipeload before 6 am, so I've got 40 minutes to burn first!

[Neville]

wish you were here

[Einstein Noodle]

ahh the "murmerations..." i love that sir! and i think it is super clever to turn your Fall poem into a metaphor at the closing ... and tho you have tied it to love ... one could expand it to a whole lot of life that brings us to those places to stand alone or join the herd ... really enjoyed this emotive and intellectually stimulating poem ... i am surprised that our poets and poetesses here are writing of Fall .. when Spring is the coming thing ... so very cool sasy i!
E.

[Neville]

Thanking you hugely Gene for your as always encouraging and well reasoned thoughts on these words of mine.. I Hope it's as spring like with you today as it is here with me.... :))))

[Einstein Noodle]

its been on the chilly side the last couple days but today is supposed to change .. 60s and maybe 70s next 3 or 4 ... time to get busy and build Norma's raised garden spot :)

[Neville]

Still raining here .. everything waterlogged and with so much damage caused by the recent storms... Apparently we have another due to hit this weekend.... Down ya neck bruvver :)

[Einstein Noodle]

;) .................. beer fasting for a few days ... drunk my self allotted pints for the month ... will raise my first to you next week sometime ...slainte mhath

[Neville]

Down ya neck ... slaint e mhath brother...

[SinSeer]

What a great understanding of the seasonal changes. Of how the individual leaves break free of their beloved tree and are so happy to have danced with it beneath the stars on a midsummer eve.

[Neville]

and my word, my friend, what a lovely review you have left for me to find this very early spring mane.... thank you ever so much & truly..... Neville

[Jennifer Patino]

I love the correlation between nature, seasons, & individualism in this poem. I picture people as falling leaves, dancing to their own winds, blooming & withering as flowers. I love the succinct lines, they really add to the feeling of falling, or leaping as the ending of your poem suggests. Very nice work.

[Neville]

I am glad of your visiting these words my fine literary friend and poet... thank you, N

[Lorry]

Nicely stated Neville. Thankfully all the leaves were gone before the current storm Ciara and the next one at the weekend, Dennis. (What a stupid idea to give them people names) That would have looked way too much like faunal genocide and may have resulted in us hearing their screams (that tales of the unexpected episode with that claude greengrass actor still haunts my dreams) Either that or we would hear their screams of joy at having their first rave
Is it just me or does the love ending remind anyone of lemmings 😀

[Neville]

You got me chuckling so much I just burst me stiches I reckon..... Cheers Lorry .. gotta dash now mate see ya later... N

[Neville]

Oh' n yes it did kind of....

[Fay Slimm]

Your personification of leaves dear Nev that might cry as they fall and say goodbye precedes the state of sight without sound with masterful comparison when thinking of people ........ being signs of acceptance they who "for love do leap" are the true heroes. Love this one to bits............... Fay x

[Neville]

How bloomin kind thou art, as always & much appreciated too.. I might add... oops.. so I did.... :)

[Chris Shaw]

This is a Heinekin poem Neville. It reaches the parts that other poems don't reach. I enjoyed very much the imagery and felt sadness for those fallen leaves. Your description of their parting from the tree reminded me of my silver birch in autumn. An explosion of colour caught in a dance before they eventually decay. I saw it all in slow motion and I have a video of mine that I watch throughout the winter months. Poignant. Wind blown murmurations, yes, yes, yes. Lovely work.

Chris

[Neville]

Much appreciated Chris, thank you most kindly and true...

Neville