Lockdown Grey

Lockdown Grey

 

Yesterday I planned

to climb a tree

In my head that is ..

Then just maybe

a mountain too ..

And afterwards

before bed tho’

A slow walk perhaps

around our favourite

harbour and the bay

 

Yes today I could

almost taste

salt on your hair

In my head, that is ..

And long I willed

the wind to free

and fan those

fiery wisps of yours

Into a wilden frenzy

 

Yes, I almost felt

your hand in mine,

curled fingers tight

But then

the call came in

and everything

in my head that is,

Turned from gold

to lockdown grey ..

Reviews

[Christine Anne Shaw]

Imagination is a wonderful thing. It can transport you on a whim to favourite places with special people. Your yesterday started so favourably with golden memories for you to feast on to lift you in lockdown and take you out of what is almost like house arrest (for me). How satisfying that must have been until that call arrived which turned your golden outlook back to lockdown grey. What a difference a few hours makes. Second stanza is both delightful and beautiful. Good morning Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

How kind you are to this little scribble .. and me of course .. Thank you Chris

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How kind you are to this little scribble .. and me of course .. Thank you Chris

Neville

[John the Baptist]

As my social life is pretty much confined to three supermarkets and two drugstores, I can identify with this one. Sometimes the imagination has to serve as a substitute. As the saying goes, it's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there. Given another six months of immobilization, however, I might be more flexible with that last part.

[Neville]

maybe you need another couple of drug stores .. maybe .. cheers JtB filled with empathy I am today ... take care n stay safe and well .......... N

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

For me every line talks of strength and wisdom from climbing experiences even though our minds are like a talking crazy monkey constantly making a fuss yet same time memories come in when reflecting on love, resilience and the capacity of seizing such beautiful delicacies that is her love. In the last stanza " Yes, I almost felt your hand in mine, curled fingers tight But then the call came in and everything in my head that is Turned from gold to lockdown grey." The dead-ends of such reflections but very powerful piece here your words drew me in and brought up memories of my own climbs. Keep writing sincerely your friend in writing and life .

[Neville]

how extraordinarily kind, encouraging and otherwise uplifting my friend .. many thanks indeed ....

Neville :)

[emmajoy]

Dreams fade, plans postpone, place rests silent except for weeping seagulls. However, don't doubt your imagination will hide away til the sun shines and footsteps echo harbour~side. Your poem has a C&W air, a wistful greyness that, sez me, suggests a touch of polish to buff up that gold.

[Neville]

How write you are .. we shall have to wait and see .. maybe ........ till then then, hang on to ya duster and above all, stay safe :)

[emmajoy]

Laughing...you do your own dusting!! Hope you survived and more.

[Fay Slimm]

Taste I agree Nev. has its capacity for memory - - -your word-splashed romantic canvas captures the need to re-paint lonely grey pathos with lost gold and does it so movingly --- glad I caught this one my friend.

[Neville]

My tongue has a better memory than the rest of me these days and yes, it would blush if it knew I was talking about it ... Bless you Fay for catching up with my latest scribble ...

Neville

[Just Kim]

This is quite fascinating, I love this. Love the beginning stanza, Imaginations let us do anything that we want... Love this

[Neville]

...... Well blow me down ... a believer .. welcome to the club ... thank you JK and muchly too :)

[Robert Trakofler]

WOW I started a poem in is still in my "starts" file I have to grab it now and show you...
I do re-mem-ber that smile on your face

Basking de-light in the warmth of its grace

Watched as the breeze lift and danced with your hair

I never finished it maybe I will maybe that was all I had to say... who knows! but it sat in my file and then I read your poem and now I see you finished it:) You love so very resplendent my good friend you make a poet proud of the mantle & moniker and may those dreams penetrate the grey fog of circumstance to many more resplendent reflections good sir!

[Neville]

............. You got me gushin and a blushin my brother and I dunno wot else to say except thank you BB :)