A Few of My Favourite Juxtapositions
It was an umbrella
for sure ..
But she called it her
parasol ..
I called it a tank top
But she
called it a camisole ..
We made
love in the afternoon
as soon as
the rain had stopped ..
But still
she insisted the light
stayed off ..
One things for sure tho’
something
did always got lost in
translation ..
Life today just seems
to be one
long pose and a series
of less than
obvious juxtapositions ..
You called it one thing, she said it’s another. lol
The last stanza is true.
Life today just seems
to be one
long pose and a series
of less than
obvious juxtapositions ..
My word, you got it Fia .. thanks a minion .. You just made the whole thing worthwhile .. Cheers a very grateful Neville
That’s very good Neville 🤘
Many huge THANK YOU’S kind sir .. Neville 😎👍
Cleverly penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian .. I owe ya .. Neville 😎👍
Different interpretations of the same things always make for interesting experiences. And frustrating. I enjoyed the flow of this. Oddly like the rain in the middle, capped by the brolly 😊
Oh’ wow, bless my soul thanks for kindly checking in & giving my little scribble a peek .. I shall return the favour and look forward to catching up with you again in the future ma’am .. In the meantime, here’s me wishing you all the very best of All Good Things .. Neville 😎👍
A little bit of this and a little bit of that, and between the differences lies a connection and that connection can lead to sooo many adventures and possibilities. How do we learn about each other? Isn’t it through those “juxtapositions” that we come to know and appreciate each other?? The key, I think, is not just the different translations, but that we are willing to listen and hear and learn what they are saying. I sometimes think we are a room full of “statements” and way too little “whys”. I think your poem points to what is possible, if we grab hold of those “juxtapositions”. Excellent writing Neville.
-Curt
“something
did always got lost in
translation .. ”
Something I can relate to, Differences can add excitements and fun but at other times it lead to misunderstanding. Anyway, it’s a truth that life is not one colour, it’s endless of colours, and that’s the beauty of it.
I’m pretty sure it happens often and to most people & I agree wholeheartedly with your deduction about colour and endless colours & of course the beauty that is borne of them .. Oh’ how I wish we might share a strong coffee one fine day .. 😎🌻💛⭐👍
One fine day 🙏🏻