Broken

Broken

A Poem by Neville

Broken

The night arrived on time
Dark and desperate
Descending sweet yet tainted

Like black treacle
Cracked as old stained glass
Upon an empty table

Pain weary and measured
In the weight of dried fruit and
Petals of flowers strewn

Reed like tall and proud
Tho yesterday we were bowed
Seriously bent bruised and bled
 
Twas then we ached aloud 
Broke eternal
Pon both linen sheet and cloud

© 2019 Neville


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sounds like my first divorce...bent and broken...aching aloud...
this very dark and the imagery is pronounced...so good.
i am just wondering what would have happened if the night arrived late...would we have had more of a chance.
i like this one.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

Thank you jacob...very much appreciated... and who knows, maybe... N



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I think your words describe so many possible instances where one feels broken and bruised but I particularly read it as though one lost the love of their life through death and is still mourning their loss - a very interesting write :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

thank you kindly Carolynn... both a welcome an much appreciated visit..

Neville
This is heavy, and could be about so many things. Spoken grievances and maybe not agreement but at least understanding lets us put down our load for a minute to breathe. Nice piece of work Neville!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

Thanks Crowley.. if my memory serves correctly, it is about so many things.. but then … it is the .. read more
The wright is what we make it ...pleasure or pain...broken allows us a new start a new way to put the broken pieces back together...beauty from each crack as the light shines through...🌹

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

I got'cha.. just as ya were slipping through the floor up there.. I take it you were slipping and no.. read more
‘Thoughts In Time’🌹

4 Years Ago

Oh u do make me laugh...slip sliding away....yes to be closer to u ...🌹
Neville

4 Years Ago


If you are now down there and laughing.. I must be doing summat wrong... :)
A night sweet yet tainted as black treacle is such a lovely imagery. Breaking and healing oft is the story of my life so I relate much with this poem. It’s a lovely read, Neville.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago


Have a great weekend.... Neville
Rania M

4 Years Ago

Thank u Neville! A lovely weekend to yous!
Neville

4 Years Ago


Cheers....
Night, like pain is never late. It can arrive early and weigh us down with lead feet, and it can be bang when we expect it, closer and closer, claustrophobic as can be, reminding us that the day is gone, like all the rest before it.
Due to our lack of sunshine and real daylight up here, i may be reading too much of my own into it, that i miss those light filled days that are no more.
That always leaves me feeling like im wearing a kryptonite rucksack.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago


I know that feeling and since they reduced the frequency of my B12, everything seems to be a.. read more
Lorry

4 Years Ago

Broken only means we can rearrange the jigsaw we are left with, into something we like more, getting.. read more
Neville

4 Years Ago


:Point taken... well actually chamfered away now.. ta, I almost forgot it was there.. like s.. read more
dear Neville... reminds me of an electrical fire that took away treasures such as
hand painted stained glass vases of delicate peacocks in speckled shades of turquoise
and feathered blessings, along with an antique water coloured Clipper Ship painted by my
classmates grandfather. Yes, we were broke Eternal, but in our minds eye we shall
forever enjoy their beauty. truly, Pat

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

thank you dear Pat, what a delightful response to these words of mine.. always appreciated, Neville
I been in that world of emotions that you speak of well done

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

4 Years Ago

not a nice place, is it .. thank you my friend for your encouraging comment.. much appreciated, Nevi.. read more
Ouch that was a dark and stark night indeed, nice imagery in those words that you did bleed! I can hear those aches vividly in this write Nev:( make sure to burn those sheets and send that night back into the clouds!!!!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

All done and dusted my friend, a long long time ago... Only much more recently remembered and subseq.. read more
broken i like the word not because of negativity but because of the optimism that perhaps one day the shattered pieces can be joined again and be built anew

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

Now there's a lovely thought for ya innit.... Thank you my friend, a most welcome visit and true... .. read more
Relationships eh? That's what can happen. You convey the darkness well and I liked the reference to black treacle. Thick and sticky, wading through that would be difficult for anyone. Your final stanza oozes hurt. There are no winners here it appears. Dark and broody like the storm clouds hiding the peaks in the fells.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Neville

4 Years Ago

Dark & broody does it for me and fits the bill perfectly, thank you Chris
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

It's good to revisit some poetry. Great lines here Neville, but weighed down by the bricks of heavin.. read more

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