Sharp Talking

Sharp Talking

 

Do you think she ever looks back

To when, or where or what?

 

To when we both

lusted after the perfect hamon

not to mention the haiku’s

 

I can say this much for sure

Those were maybe the best of

the good old days

 

When cutting ourselves

on the very edge of fine poetry

was more than a mission

 

Ah’ but that was then

When we were only just learning

To be the slaves we are today

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

for me, this speaks to the words we used to write when we were young and had causes...and worried about making an impression with what we wrote...as we age as poets, it becomes something we must do...maybe it loses its luster in its maturity...who knows?
j.

[Neville]

You have certainly given me something to think about jacob... cheers sir
N.

[barleygirl]

Sometimes reviewers have been critical of me for not being critical enuf of the youthful scribbles that pass as poems here. I encourage youth for this very reason, as stated in your poem. That's when it's pouring out like fresh wine, before we get all crimped up with the preservatives that give us a hangover. As an old fart, trying to recapture my nimbleness of thought & feeling . . . I am very much inspired by the uninhibited way of youthful expression (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

maybe we should form that cult after all (NUGs) :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I've never thought of being or trying to be on the cutting edge of fine poetry. I'm just a simple Appalachian hillbilly poet. But my home state has given birth to some fine authors like Timothy Tyson, Thomas Wolfe and Tom Robbins. I'm always learning and improving my craft, even after well over forty years of practice. I read some of my earlier works and laugh because I see how concentrated they were on the work itself instead of painting the picture, telling the tale and letting the work speak for itself. Sometimes it takes experience to write about life and make it sound or feel believable. What does a twenty year old know of life? The passion of youth doesn't have to be traded for the conformity of regulation however. The fire burns hottest in the coals but the flame gets credit for bright and fiery emissions.

[Neville]

Appalachian hillbilly poetry is one of my favourite genres …. and if the following words are your own, then you are not only an Appalachian Poet, but an Appalachian philosopher too sir .. The fire burns hottest in the coals but the flame gets credit for bright and fiery emissions.

Cheers Fabian,

Neville

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Thank you, I'm not so much a philosopher as a constant observer. I follow the dictum of Twain. I write what I know. Bless. F.

[Neville]

I love twains too .. I watched the railway children I dunno how many times :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

See, I'm not a philosopher and you're not a comedian. We can't have it all. (smile)

[Neville]

some things just aint worth the effort are they.. Hey.. you sure that aint Bells Palsy :)

[John the Baptist]

Yes, those were the days! The heady days of youth inevitably give way to the grind, hence the reference to the "slaves." Of course, time can occasionally make us look back through rose colored glasses.

[Neville]

sometimes I struggle even with those.... cheers John

Neville

[Nervana Zahran]

This is how I related to this piece:
Our thoughts and emotions become more complex as we grow, it’s hard to capture their intensity into words. And also the pressure of making it perfect rather than just going with the flow of words that feel right. I sure miss the days when my angst spoke for itself, rather than making it a mission to get a couple of stanzas sound good together.

Really love this write.

[Neville]

there will be more of those days, just you mark my words... Oh' and thank you for reciprocating .. All Good Things,

Neville

[Lorry]

The passion is always there my friend. Just beyond the horizon, hiding behind the curvature of life, waiting to jump out at you and scare the bejeesus outta you, as is its want.
It's rarely subtle, but once it gets a grip on you, doesn't let go until you've grown accustomed to trudging it around and realise you miss it when it's gone.
We like to pat ourselves on the back and congratulate ourselves for being top of the tree/ food chain/ intelligent beings, but look at all the time thats past and we still have no clue as to why we are all loves little b*****s.
Some people still haven't figured out it is THE higher intelligence and we, merely its puppets.
We being slaves, so true... But shh, it might hear ya and really put a crimp in your day 😀

[Neville]

I think you need a damn good thanking sir 😀

[Lorry]

Usually when i hear a damn good anything, it's a slap 🙄

[Neville]

thought I said spanking

[Patricia Wedel]

With your permission... during the Intermission...
I remember those delicious moments when
Spring became Summer... and Autumn became Winter...
where logs were gathered and brought inside to become
embers when night dreams blossom and we played Possum.
Great poetry is born out of mountain memories...
she remembered. truly, Pat

[Neville]

dont ya just wish those intermissions would last for ever eh' Pat … a little bird told me to pass that on to ya :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Nev... that is so tweet... Pat

[Neville]

……………………… chirrup Pat its Wrensday :)

[AJNJ]

The last line delivered such a punch in my gut! The more we learn, the more we understand how little we know. This is an art that can never be mastered. Only served! Fantastic poem dear sir.

[Neville]

U R way 2 kind Pj sir.. but I like it and thank you true :)

[AJNJ]

Some write volumes and you say it in a few great lines and that is a knack! You're welcome sir!

[Neville]

I'm a hard man really behind these blushes.... N :)

[Ana Papaya]

Slaves to a great deal many things, Neville
Are we edgier when we're young? I think we take more risks.
And then we grow comfortable. Which I'm ok with too.

[Neville]

You read like my kinda woman Ana.. bless you my friend and wherever you are today, enjoy … safely :)

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you. I am at home. Working. But hard to stay focused. :) I am safe, however and hope for you the same.

[Neville]

I am at home now too... I put an extra shift in last night and feel a little spaced out to be honest.. otherwise, yep I am safe :)

[Ana Papaya]

Good to hear. Stay safe!

[Neville]

sentiment well n truly reciprocated :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Your poem reminded me of the first story in Jack London book, When god laugh. He wrote a statement, in the end, we give-up, forget who we were. Forget what we needed. We gave in. Thank you Neville for sharing the amazing poetry. Be careful and be safe my friend.
Coyote

[Neville]

Hey my brother, I feel well and truly spoilt this eve.. many big thank you's.. unfortunately, I shall have to catch some of your posts either later tonight or tomorrow.. I have just been called away on unexpected business … Be safe and stay well too.. N :)

[Coyote Poetry]

No worries my friend. I have been busy and have some fun and be safe.

[Neville]

Glad that's out of the way... long night into morning.. catch you later my friend :)

[Chris Shaw]

All things Japanese methinks.

Cutting ourselves on the very edge of fine poetry

I saw swords here and sharp tongues. Maybe a competitive edge too in this relationship. Are you a slave to poetry Neville? Lusting after poetry sounds fun.

Much to read between the lines here. Sounds like a long time ago when words were new and you discovered they could be used as tools.

Chris

[Neville]

pon my word, you are sharp Chris.. everything but the wok eh' my friend.. thank you and truly :)

[Chris Shaw]

I have a spare wok:)

[Neville]

Ha.. I would pop over and collect but am so tired.. I've been wokin around the clockin, or very near :)