Queue of Longing

Queue of Longing

 

Here

In this queue of longing

I stand behind

Impatient poets

Waiting for discarded

Inspiration

 

Here

I think of you

Most often

Since I intended you

To be a masterpiece

My final indiscretion

 

 

 

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

Love longed for but not fulfilled bitter sweet and then ...

[Neville]

Absolutely Lyn.. shame innit... your visit is some consolation tho, so thanks my friend... N

[lightsong]

a small heart-tocuhing masterpiece You've gifted us my friend, a fine poem is written without any force, it comes and flows easy, most of the great poems have been written without the poet thinking that their poem would be like that, why? because it was written with sincere emotions, it was flowing without thinking, the inspiration wasn't forced, but lived... when we stop thinking about what we want, it will come our way, and You will keep writing Her as a "masterpiece" because She is but a "renewal masterpiece" each time She comes to You.

a poem that must be cherished, Your poetic heart shines brightly in the second verse, well done my friend.

[Neville]

My word, thank you so very much my friend.. I am indeed honoured by your glowing and ever so kind comments above....... Neville x

[emmajoy]

An intriguing wee piece, words juggled in such a way as to nudge reviewers into a state of, ' What the... ?!'

Will ignore the word 'indiscretion' to focus on the words 'impatient' and 'inspiration'. Wondering who, what, where, why and how, instead. Think you've penned a mystery rather than a romance - probably to bewilder otherwise sane people!

[Neville]

Hey, my fine literary friend... Many thanks for visiting these words of mine this fair mane... Having considered them again, I think maybe you might have something there.... Neville

[emmajoy]

Smiling: gosh me ninnies, 'ave done something right.. the stars must 'ave been aligned for once!

[Neville]

Ya ninnies were spot on...‘‘tis them Poole arms fault....

[sette]

wow indiscretion.. what a word and what a wonder too,,,

[Neville]

Yes... makes ya think dunnit.... Fanks sette, fanks a milyun..... N

[Chris Shaw]

Like Margie, my eyes zoom in on the word indiscretion. You are without doubt the master of cryptic, the tease of the teasers. What am I thinking? You have a thirst or hunger. I am asking myself, what for? Is it a compelling desire to compose a final masterpiece of a poem? No I don't think so, I think your mind is on something else, more desirable. You never disappoint Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Oh' what an enviable accolade you have bestowed upon me here Chris & I thank you for it despite being undeserving of such a crown..... N x

[Chris Shaw]

You are most worthy. Funny how reading the poem another day can bring on a different perspective. I have noticed in stanza two a change of tense. I didn't pick that up so much on first reading.

Chris

[Neville]

Maybe too tense..... N x

[Chris Shaw]

always the cryptic :))

[Neville]

just practicing for when I end up in one... N x

[Chris Shaw]

two tenses, takes a while for the penny to drop:)) and those crypts too dark for me.

[Neville]

Very good Chris.. fancy a game of shove ha'penny after tea....

[Chris Shaw]

Wot's that? I thought they were obsolete :)

[Neville]

tiz all the rage down ere....

[Chris Shaw]

pub game? ..................

[Chris Shaw]

I'll play if you let me win ..................

[Neville]

yer on.....

[barleygirl]

I love your zinger in the last line. “Indiscretion” is a delicious word to describe how we writers spill our guts. Your poem recalls how some writers fill up my newsfeed with new creations, sometimes several a day . . . it’s truly a queue of longing . . . becuz most who write in gushing waves are usually letting off pressure about something, so it’s an impatient longing to get it out, to air it out, to relieve the angst! I think there’s a peculiar hidden ditty in your message, but I’m not touching it (((NUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

You are so very kind and always so very astute too.. lovely pic by the way..... Cheers.. Neville