Now Looking Back

..................... a series of reflections

Now Looking Back

 

I seem to recall

We once had a thing

About balconies

 

Okay, maybe

For different reasons

But now though

 

And with all that

Behind us

From where I am sitting

 

Sipping local cooled red wine

From this unglazed cup

Like locals do

 

I note the kites and the cardinals

Are waiting for their breakfasts

While somewhere else entirely

 

Beyond both the courtyard

And the harbour

The Greek mainland beckons

 

Yes, it was there

Beyond the haze

In his world filled with words

 

In a world full of wonder

She once meant

Even more to him than poetry

Author's Note

..................... like a roaring echo

Reviews

[AJNJ]

A nice, cool spot on a balcony, chilling with some cooled red wine, the vista seems great and the reflections greater. I love to reflect upon the fervent past, in my moments of leisure, even more so with a chilled goblet at hand. How far we have travelled, it feels...I enjoyed the moments you captured here.

[Neville]

thank you kindly my friend..

[AJNJ]

You are welcome :)

[emmajoy]

Occasionally, if lucky, one finds a near hidden place looking out, looking down into space, thought nudges fond memories and magical spells that somehow last forever. From a special time, even a single moment, they take root in an odd way. Perhaps? There's a contented smile in your words, Neville, a little wistful maybe and brief as ever but, loaded with meaning.

[Neville]

self awareness is a gift & rarely learnt ..
an old mentor once taught me to find beauty wherever I could and then to share it with those who have lives filled with suffering and a fear of living to the very fullest .. I guess that is what one tries to do with poetry ...
the genuine smile I presently wear must surely be a token of my appreciation of your visit emmajoy.

[emmajoy]

There was something perhaps Greek to me in your words. so guess i could see a place if not feel the emotions. Would agree about self.awareness, it can be manipulated, surely, Perhaps to see beauty peeps need stop looking at the dust on their shoes and notice many aren't wearing any.. Listening to people as one does really does mean Listening, don't you think Add to that process, whilst reacting gently, one learns, hopefully, to learn more about one's own lack of or hold on understanding how life is and what it means for other people.
See what happens when a writer leaves substantial comments.. I blather. Forgive.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

looking back now and knowing better...I don't think anyone can mean more than poetry...
they can get close, though.
I really like the balcony one..shivered a bit, afraid, deathly, of heights.
I like the idea of kites waiting for their breakfast...i hope they don't eat cardinals.
very interesting, thoughtful and amusing parts of a whole here, Neville.
j.

[Neville]

try as I might, I dont think I can thank you nearly enough for your truly encouraging and kind words my friend jacob.
N.

[Ana Papaya]

Our thoughts often take us on a journey through time. Sweet reflections here, Neville.
Count yourself lucky to have memories of love to look back on.

[Neville]

I do indeed Ana.. and thank you for the visit and for reminding me..

:)

[Ana Papaya]

Always my pleasure :)

[Chris Shaw]

Balconies are great places to observe, reflect, dine and do anything else that takes your fancy. I write poetry on balconies these days.Your words here do sound like an echo from the past, yet also a reminder of the present. Romantic and beautiful are your thoughts. The Greek mainland, the kites and the cardinals make up a wonderful canvas, the colours a blend of many types of heat ranging from warm through to sizzling. Anyone who is loved more than poetry to a poet, is up there with the Gods.

Chris

[Neville]

Now that'll do just nicely our Chris.. chuffed to bloomin bits I am for sure..

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Now that'll do just nicely our Chris.. chuffed to bloomin bits I am for sure..

Neville