Some Days Past

Some Days Past

 

Laying here

Smelling of some days past

 

But only good one’s mind

Something caught his eye

 

Then light

Became golden

 

And a blur occurred

Followed by a garden

 

Or a meadow maybe

Something precious

 

So many greens

Untrue and frozen

 

An old bridge

The same one it seems

 

Still straddles ancient leat

Beyond the distant weir

 

Where minnows dart

And salmon leap

 

With both palms pressed

To forehead imagining

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I imagine you mind wandering. Travelling in a quiet moment back in time. Trying hard to focus on detail which fades with the passing of years Trying to recapture a special moment and all the essence of it. Sight, sounds and smell. Reliving the moment. I do that too. Visual and well conveyed. Nicely expressed Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

Thank you Chris

Neville

[barleygirl]

In your usual unique way, you capture how the reminiscing mind skips over pleasant imagery like a rock skipping the surface of water. Great details & disjointed sensation, as life feels more & more like an indistinguishable mass of memories! (((SHRUGS))) Fondly Margie

[Neville]

Ta BG another much appreciated visit and true NUGs fondly N :)

[Rhayne]

Lovely poem. Made me think back to the day I smelled my Dad's pipe, knowing that he's still watching over me from above. That same day I smelled the scent of cut grass coming through the air vents of my car and suddenly I was back home in the back yard, swinging and singing while my Dad cut the grass. Then at dinner, one of daughters started talking about something she had remembered about her PaPa (My Dad) and all of it came back again. I really miss my Dad, even now, twenty-three years later. Some memories are clear as a bell and some are a blur.

[Neville]

Thank you so much for penning such a lovely response to these words my friend, each one of them is appreciated I can tell you.... Neville

[Robert Trakofler]

A Tangible tease of an intangible sense scintillating your senses to a form but not complete but the feeling, the feeling of it is! What a write Neville it grabs me by my frame and shakes my emotion

[Neville]

what more could a guy possibly ask for... thank you my friend .....

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my ... at your abstract best says i! i feel an internal struggle .. much as when dementia is whispering but not in control ... seems a disjointed story ..but it isn't ..the thread of a life ... of memories ... and recollection ... i was going to point out which couplets leap out at me .. but .. they are all so inspiring .. creative .. and paint such a picture in me nog .. nice work sir ... thoroughly enjoyed knocking on me own imaginations ..
E.

[Neville]

Too bloomin kind my friend.. bless ya boots n all.... :)

[Anjeline]

Lovely piece with a beautiful description. Really liked the use of salmon and old bridge. The last lines are really the soul to the wonderful piece. Already read it 3 times :)

[Neville]

Dear Anjeline, many sincere thank you's for visiting these words... much appreciated and truly... N

[Anjeline]

You're welcome :)

[Pryde Foltz]

That was really nice. I found inhabiting the forest stream. It was a really nice place to be:)

[Neville]

good to see and hear.. thank you Pryde & true...

[Lorry]

The images of our lives our mind falls into in those quieter moments, so wonderfully expressed, unlike my own, which are more akin to a psychedelic mind enema that leaves me wondering if we truly are in a mars venus virtual unreality.

[Neville]

there is of course more to life than poetry... but maybe not as much as we would like..... cheers mate :)