In Never Ville

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In Never Ville

Shall I say they were strings
Tied in knots of unknown origin
keeping me from the salty air of sorrow's goal
Least of all was my brow unable to rest
finding itself mumbling inconsistencies
returning to known avenues of whatever ville.
I shall never know love or its pain
bound by my own shortcomings
Here I am wondering about,
wondering about everything that never came about.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Hello Barleygirl,

I always wondered if I had loving parents how different life would have been. It cones from those experiences. Thank You!

Regards,
Al

[barleygirl]

This entire message isn't crystal clear to me, but it grows more recognizable as it goes along. I really like your made-up phrases: "never ville" and "whatever ville" . . . seems you could weave these (or similar) into the piece a little more. By the end, I'm very much understanding the way "never" feels to this narrator. Especially relate to: "bound by my own shortcomings" . . . aren't we all? *sigh*

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Pryde!

A handle of thought.......it slips out of your hand, it falls but you just can't seem to find it.

Regards,
Al

[Pryde Foltz]

They say nothing is a mistake and everything serves a purpose but there are some purposes you wish were never served. I feel this write, Al:)

[Alfred Kukitz]

KL,

There were parents, catholic school, Vietnam, agent orange, PTSD (moral injury), liquor followed, finally college. What a relief. Thanks for your support!

Regards,
Al

[Alfred Kukitz]

Dear Jacob,

Can I be that rock that sits atop Mt. Everest? Thanks guy!

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we build our own town around our heart to protect it....like one who fails to journey beyond certain borders..."hiding in my room, safe within my womb, i touch no one and no one touches me, i am a rock, i am an island" (S&G)

[Lyn Anderson]

I love how the mind wanders to wonder. This is a very graceful poem, that should be sad, but isn't, because of its style.