Wind Washed & Flying

when the hard man wants to be gentle.. he can be very gentle

Wind Washed & Flying

 

Why not place a finger against the knot

Your lips make when you kiss goodbye

Then release your hair and just listen

To all those perfect whispers fly

 

What is more important tho these

Much loved scented finger tips of yours

And perfumed much licked lips

Might just as well a single salty sigh

For freedom yet

 

Wait though

Much like the haunted cry of gulls

Neath rocky crags and outposts

Wind washed these eyes and ears of mine do

Catch you flying

 

Cloud raped and ragged

Dodging meteorites and showers

I swear there is no ecstasy like ours

Taken swiftly pon regal lawns

More slowly on those green glades and truly

 

 

Author's Note

be gentle... if it be your will..........

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I am wondering how I missed this one first time round. I thought I had read everything you've posted since I've been here. These lines are as soft and delicate as a whisper of breeze on warm skin. Am I surprised at such tenderness? No I am not. That 'ardness you keep going on about, well you do keep going on about it, and yet this reader does not feel it, sense it or see it. I just hope you shared these words with this love of yours. That is a poem to die for if ever there was one.

Chris

[Neville]

Got me blushing now aint ya just.. and he thanks ya for it, so he does.... Neville x

[Ken Simm.]

Now this is romantic with a capital Rom. Gossamer. Bliadhna Mhath Ùr Neville.

[Neville]

thank you Ken

[NotUsinganymore]

I loved the detail and description of this! I enjoyed it!

[Neville]

thank you kindly... N

[Iam-me]

Neville, this is sensitive, sweet, endearing. Passionate and loving. When a hard man cracks open and the softness inside floods out. Bravo. A lot of hard men. Put on the act of being unemotional and scary. When deep down they are soft as kittens.

[Neville]

what a lovely thing to say... many big thank you's for being so delightfully kind.. Happy New Year Dawn x

[Iam-me]

Neville your a sweetheart. Happy New Year to you and your family. best wishes. Dawn.x

[Neville]

............... :) x

[Sneh]

Such a gentleman, I wish to play this game of love with.
Wishing this breezy love all the warmth and goodness .
Thanks for this delightful read!
Sneh

[Neville]

I thank you dear Sneh.. you are indeed very kind.. Happy 2019 to you x

[Sneh]

Let's party....! ;)

[Neville]

I'm smiling and dancing.... :)

[Sneh]

Fun watching you :D

[Neville]

just fallen over....

[Sneh]

get up, a nightmare... Lol X

[Neville]

can't do two things at once.. falling down and getting up simultaneously are impossible... :)

[DIVYA]

Your words speak to me of a love as free as the air, as swift as the rushes of the wind, as languorous as the midsummer rain, as haunting as the squawk of the sea gulls at dusk. Your reader’s imagination soars. That’s just great poetry, my friend.

[Neville]

and you, are far too kind... but he thanks ya for it :)

[DIVYA]

I have to thank you. For the inspiration and energy I derived from this unique write. You’re welcome, dear friend.

[Neville]

......... :) N

[Lorry]

How wonderful would it be if the finger sigh caught on to be the international symbol of love no more. Think of all those bitter words of recrimination would silently pass by like a breeze. Now, if only we could come up with a silent sigh for door slams, I would be golden :)
It is of no comfort to anyone, but your words and the readers recognition of them at least gives us the hope of thinking "well, at least it isnt just me" :)
I know these words and the feelings they bring so well that I should have a season ticket for them.
Really like how you capture the sentiment, like thoughts blowing in the wind.

[Neville]

you are such a sweet talker.. maybe that's why I love ya so.... I am such a sucker for them there positive strokes.... cheers Lorry.. N :)

[Lorry]

Smooth, with a capital SMOO :)

[Neville]

Yeah, ever so, ever so... SMOOOOOOOTH :)

[emmajoy]

Each and every line a special thought and more than beautiful. A play of words even the Bard would envy. Real live poetry here, Neville.

' Wait though ~ Much like the haunted cry of gulls ~ Neath rocky crags and outposts ~ wind washed ~ These eyes and ears of mine do ~ Catch you flying ' Could accompany a Newlyn Painting..

[Neville]

I am truly honoured by your ever so ever so kind words my friend, many thanks indeed........ Neville

[sette]

a special kind of love exists

[Neville]

thank you again sette..........Neville

[sette]

no problem