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 ..

That’s very good Neville 🤘

Cleverly penned, Neville. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

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 😊

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.

Insomnia cinema… paper mouths kissing… such poetic gold here… well penned

It’s so haunting and beautiful. An exploration of longing and absence, capturing a ghostly presence observing a loved one’s dreams and life continue while he remains unseen, blending surreal imagery with intimacy and loss.

Wow, that was very heartfelt, and I like it when you said to tie your shoe together, throw them over the limb, let them know you’re taken. (Aww) Nicely done

Remember when kids would throw their old shoes, tied together, over a power line? usually near their own house. “Oh, there’s Johnny’s shoes!”. That was what I thinking of when I added those lines. Sort of a “I was here” type of thing.
Thank you Fia!

Tremendous work.

You’re a great poet and a very lucky man.

Beautifully penned, Mark. Such a lovely and heartfelt write my friend. So glad you and Adel both share your stories with us. Excellent work. Appreciate you.

Damian

Styxian, this poem, the two of you (in the comments) made me laugh out loud! It was the laugh of pure joy and appreciation of the warmth that flowed freely from your words and especially from the shared feeling of love. A “Hummingbird” may flit and fly everywhere, but they always come back to where the love (nectar) is the sweetest. It’s where they build their home. This poem and its confession and commitment tastes/feels like HOME.

Truly a really cool poem. I’m glad you shared it!!
-Curt

It’s a beautiful gift the two of you have found. A lot of people only find more pain and damage online. Cherish what you have and nurture it as you did this lovely heartfelt poem

What a real treat this turned out to be .. Write on brother .. Oh’ and I so love a happy ending .. Bestest of best regards to all those implicated .. Neville 😎💛👍

I love how this poem captures that mix of vulnerability and joy in love. The hummingbird fluttering in your heart is such a perfect image–fragile, alive, and full of hope. It feels intimate and really heartfelt.

How sincere, sweet, lovely and emotionally this was written! it leaves for sure a happy smile and warmth in heart. I was immediately drawn from the first lines, good poetry does this! Don’t fear expressing anything with her, strengths and weaknesses… and all else, sharing makes the bond stronger! All The happiness for both of You💕

I have found through the years, and many poems I’ve written, that the closing verse is most significant. It is the last spoken words of the poem that the writer bequeaths us with, like the last page of a book. It’s meant to catch our breath. As this does, overwhelmingly so.

Hey Kelly. I have two huge flaws when I write, one causes the other. In that I carry on too long, many times, by not knowing how or when to end a write. So sometimes they become long as hell. At least I hope they can be rewarding to read at least. As we all hope with our own writes.
So thank you for the positive note. It does matter.

I find it challenging to write sonnets. This is beautiful

So timeless… great flow… steeped in imagery…

A sunny Monday morning to thee, Dear Poetess🌤

Thank you for sharing such lovely, heartwarming sentiments … I’m so very happy you selected one of my romantic pieces to read and comment on so sweetly.

I think you’re quite delightfully perfect, yourself! ⁓ Rascal🖌

A fine Monday morning to thee, Ma’am 🌺

How delighted I am you chose one of my humble poems to read
and leave such a pleasurable sentiment.

Thank you, Harriet … you’re rather lovely, Yourself! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Beautifully penned, Rascal. Excellent write with crisp imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Ah, SeaCat,

What a wonderfully gratifying review you’ve gifted this romantically soothing little Sonnet.
Good eye, too! At your gentle nudge, the ‘twas spake” has been replaced with “that spoke” – it’s the Bard in me … LOL!

I, too, look forward to sharing part of Wednesday with you! ⁓ Richard🖌

I’ve never written a sonnet, but they certainly are your forte, and I wanted to congratulate you on winning the gold. I was thrilled to get the bronze, after Fia informed me that I had won a badge. So thrilled to be in good company, my friend!

Kelly x