Cusp

somewhere between now and history

Cusp

 

Think not of mustard seeds

My love

But yet of tiny

Grains of sand

Each one

Insignificant as the next

And vying

With those ever close

Tho shifting neighbours

Eroding on

An infinite beach somewhere

 

Just think my love

But once

All these did serve

The very heart and soul and pulse

Of ancient weathered mountains

Indeed upon the very beach

On which we now stand

So very naked holding hands

 

Yet restless neighbours

Such as these

Washed by tireless waves

And pounded

Caress the fragile

Fractured spines

Of flying fish and flightless birds

Piled high as carelessly  

Discarded and

Misdirected whispers

 

Those lost in salt and sun

Bleached beards of oh’

So many demigods and

Reckless too

Such is the madness

Of our fleeting youth

Indeed of Hebe herself

And all her sisters

And all such universal truths

Today tho while

We are busy shaping history

Tomorrow reigns uncertain

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

tis just as well we never know what lies around the corner..

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This beautiful poem speaks to me about transition. Those tiny grains of sand on the beach, once part of something much bigger. Like the fossils found when tossed out from the deep or like our own cremated remains we become dust. We are history and even the Goddess of youth herself cannot help us. In time we are fleeting. I am on that Jurassic beach right now and I know how small we all are, and smaller become. Our tomorrow's are numbered. If ever there was a poem about how we should make the most of the days we have it is this one. Masterful.

Chris

[Neville]

You read me well my friend.. tis true, who knows what tomorrow brings.. I am honoured by your words left here..... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

You are a delight to read Neville.

[Neville]

and very proud too, I might add... just did :)

[Chris Shaw]

:)................. Kettle's on

[Anjeline]

Wonderfully written Neville. I loved the use of demigods. I studied this word first time in class 7th in Shakespeare and really liked it since then. I am happy that u used it. I also loved the line-We are busy shaping history. It in itself reads like another poem having so many different aspects. Great work friend 👍

[Neville]

you are indeed most kind, my friend.. & he thanks you for it :)

[Anjeline]

You're welcome :)

[Neville]

........ :) N

[Patricia Wedel]

Shaping history... life into life with seeds that hold eternity. High in a mountain top... emotions feel the cusp of generations between heartbeats. truly, Pat

[Neville]

you read me well.. bless ya Pat & true :)

[sette]

just as wishing that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

[Neville]

now wouldn't that be lovely :)

[emmajoy]

' Just think my love - But once - All these did serve - The very heart and soul and pulse - Of ancient weathered mountains.. '

Your words positively drip down the page, in here - the cafe.. on time.. on history. Questioning, listening, observing, remembering. History lays a scattered path, doesn't it. In Dorset history lives to be seen - as do other places all over. Neville, sometimes i think of you as sitting on the heights somewhere, etching space with an intellect that defies some of the lighter meanderings you've laid. Such a crazy Pettitt you can be! Here you reach back, sit back, stroke your beard.. and sit quietly.. wondering if Tis precious to stay in the now, remembering, perhaps. But then again, what if we really could know the future and .. be prepared for it as it instaly becomes history? You really do set thoughts rolling with this incredible post!

[Neville]

I am but a bloke awesomely honoured & then some..thank you ever so emmajoy... Neville

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

And just to be ...in that here and now...the best that one can be...the beauty all around...the pieces of a thousand sea shells sea sand grains lying in the floor- showing less is more- whats in the mystery of what we’re asking for? 🌹

[Neville]

I dunno .. but you got me smiling here, and so I thank ya .. so I do x

[Mrudula Rani]

Profoundly philosophical! An exquisite and extraordinary composition of a poem. I was mesmerized by your words! In time even mountains will wear thin and become insignificant grains of sand, today while we are busy shaping history!

[Neville]

thank you so much M my luverly friend x

[Mrudula Rani]

It's entirely my pleasure, my friend.

[Neville]

.......am :)ing here..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i would rather not be around in twenty years...i am not optimistic as to where we are going as a society...
such meaningful things to us...seem to be losing steam with the younger generation...or they are just jaded because of how things are today...
how apathetic can we get? we shall see.
j.

[Neville]

gulp.. and my day was just starting to pick up.... to be honest.. I reckon anyone over forty would agree with a lot of what you have said my friend... apathy rules it seems....

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I’m rapt in the spell of your Bard-like creation Neville. And I’m speechless at the scope and beauty of it, the perfection of it. Classic language, on-point glorious metaphor and transcendent theme and imagery. The flow of your lines is like the swirling of the sands of time and in them we are but motes. No goddesses can keep us young or change our transience on this earth. And this minute in which we live is a gift to be cherished. All this and more you weave for us here. I bow in awe my friend.

[Neville]

I am absolutely speechless Annette.. many warm thank you's blown in your general direction in the hope they get drawn to the warmth of ya hearth... N x

[Lorry]

F***s sake Nev! Were you channeling shakespeare when you wrote yhis? It's brilliant. On first reading I thought of the fragility of love, but on rereading, it becomes immensely bigger and asks us not to bother trying to signify our existence any more than the right now, while explaining what we think of as our place in it to be futile, as the software updates come so thick and fast, that we are never truly sure there will be more moments left to finish what we sta

[Lorry]

... I couldn't help that, sorry.
Brilliant write Sir.

[Neville]

I think you are brilliant mate, so there...