Ernestine Northover

Rookie - 272 Points (25th March 1943)

Just Another Moment - Poem by Ernestine Northover

There he is, crossing the road,
very slowly, walking away from me.

I recognise his back, the way he walks,
his smart clothes, his elegant stride.

Once we were face to face,
united together in an embrace,
which was so powerful, filled with such desire.

Now we are no longer face to face.
All that remains is a back view,
a totally blank view.

Memories come flooding back,
I feel a pain so intense, causing an emptiness within me,
that will never go away.

And as I look towards him,
he is suddenly engulfed by a crowd of shoppers.

A faceless body, disappearing in among other faceless bodies,
and I can see him no more.

Thus, this moment becomes 'just another moment', woven into my heart,
and, into the 'photo album' of my life.

© Ernestine Northover


Comments about Just Another Moment by Ernestine Northover

  • Gold Star - 8,336 Points Jayatissa K. Liyanage (2/23/2015 11:22:00 PM)

    Every thing you reminisce is your past. Those incidents are no more.; people involved are not found; actual environment lead to all that is not there any more. Sill, they bother you. Why? because, it is your own inner being who keeps you in that mode. Please deal with this person and you are through. Poem is a beauty. Excellently portrayed a human experience humanely. Full marks! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,574 Points Terry Craddock (2/23/2015 4:27:00 PM)

    All moments glitter sparkle in there season then within moments are passing gone making way for new moments new experiences new sensations within a vast sea of choices as moment by moment our choices link into the palm print of our lives as our heart beats into a myriad of possibilities. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,036 Points Bernard Snyder (2/23/2015 1:00:00 PM)

    Very well-written poem, Ernestine! Kind of sad though. Yet, we've all raveled this road at least once in our lives. Congrats on being chosen 'poem of the day'. An honor well-deserved! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,074 Points Brian Stafford (2/23/2015 9:37:00 AM)

    very touching! well done on getting poem of the day! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,447 Points Paul Reed (2/23/2015 4:58:00 AM)

    This poem has a lovely easy grace and unflustered rhythm to it, underlining the wistfulness and regretful thoughts of the writer. Thanks Ernestine. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,990 Points Kim Barney (2/23/2015 4:15:00 AM)

    Very well done indeed.
    Congratulations for having it selected as Poem of the Day! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,469 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (2/23/2015 2:45:00 AM)

    Congrats on making front cover news on poemhunter.com, , today, Feb.23,2015, as the PH Member Poem of The Day! ' I'm a bit embarrassed as this is the 1st time I've seen this pen-germ of yours, Poetess E....Then, again, you have so many, perhaps this one just kinda' slipped through the cyber cracks on me....Just look at the commenters below....I wonder where Duncan is today & how he's doing....I recently heard from Andrew Blakemore after 5 years and have not heard a lick from Uriah H., but I think I saw a new posting of his not too long ago...Hope all is well in your world, young missy! ~Frank~ (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Andrew Blakemore (6/6/2008 12:23:00 PM)

    A deeply touching poem Ernestine, very well written. Love, Andrew x (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Not a member No 4 (4/1/2008 3:43:00 PM)

    Such moments are the strangest things Ernestine: they have an air of the unreal about them, and yet they are incredibly intense - amongst the most real of all moments - they're loaded with a huge amount of time and emotion, almost as much as we can bear. I love the casual way you introduce this too. You take us right to the heart of it in the first line, in the simplest - always the most effective I think - language. You tell us enough without adornment - gets in the way - to let us superimpose our own such memory or imagine yours, and we get a good whiff of it too, and such images aren't easily shaken. Deceptively powerful and skilfully crafted poem. xxx jim (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (4/1/2006 1:56:00 PM)

    As we turn the sleeves and pages of our life we often see things that bring on an emotion of somekind.You tell your story so well that I feel as if I'm looking through your album with you.Oh just one more thing.The emptyness does go away.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nickoli Rominofsky (1/31/2006 10:25:00 PM)

    And so, you are left to wonder...what if?
    Ernestine, lovely.
    Nickoli (Report) Reply

  • Rookie David Darbyshire (11/18/2005 1:21:00 AM)

    Nice, well said..............sad though..so why didn't you run after him? kick him? hahaha have a nice weekend dave xxx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 122 Points Theorem Thetruthserum (11/17/2005 4:12:00 PM)

    Significants to insignificants...very good transition...of how one person was so great and was a face that you wanted to see every day but now that person is like someone you see walking down the street talking on their cell phone...some one you do not even know and probably will never know. It was very good. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 449 Points Uriah Hamilton (11/17/2005 12:59:00 PM)

    A well told story of what could have been a beautiful chance meeting but the faces all fade into the crowd and into the past. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008


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