How sensual this is. I found myself following those fingertips, eyes and lips. Such close scrutiny and then the end lines. This dame is not for taming. She will not be caged. Free as our avian friends to roam and land when and where she pleases.
Chris
Posted 5 Years Ago
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5 Years Ago
she was precisely like that and I did love her so....Thank you Chris..
A poem of memory and not of imagination. I'm sure she loved you too in her own free spirit way. Like.. read moreA poem of memory and not of imagination. I'm sure she loved you too in her own free spirit way. Like a butterfly she couldn't settle, off to pastures new.
PERFECT TITLE! and awesome poem Nev! It brought all sorts of memories back to me
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
Thanks sir Robert .. so glad to see you are on the mend .. You have been very much on my min.. read more
Thanks sir Robert .. so glad to see you are on the mend .. You have been very much on my mind of late ... Take care, go well & write on ........ N :)
Such intensity in love and yet I love how you drive home into the reader that to love is not to hold but to free.
Posted 5 Years Ago
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5 Years Ago
I like that you get it Dhara_Ditzy Kat .. thank you my friend .. where have you been and do .. read more
I like that you get it Dhara_Ditzy Kat .. thank you my friend .. where have you been and do hope you are well :)
5 Years Ago
I was closed for sometime as I got depressed by the pandemic Neville. Many good friends closed and l.. read moreI was closed for sometime as I got depressed by the pandemic Neville. Many good friends closed and left and I was dissapointed. But am back now...the cafe beckons as always...
sheesh ... I am sorry to hear that D_DK .. sincerely hope you are feeling much better ... read more
sheesh ... I am sorry to hear that D_DK .. sincerely hope you are feeling much better ...
5 Years Ago
Oh yes. Much much better now and hope to be even better in the coming time. Thanks my friend.
Personal and filled with a female's private invitations the feel of your last lines along with the title betrays any permanence -- - yet on further reading I see special closeness in "celebrate each find you make" "then let me go freely" so even if but for a short while those moments will never be lost if held in the memory - - - a most moving write Nev.
Posted 5 Years Ago
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5 Years Ago
Huge thanks are winging there way from here to where you are right now ... Bless ya Fay :)read more
Huge thanks are winging there way from here to where you are right now ... Bless ya Fay :)
i didn't mention the title .. "Remarkably Unfinished" .. love that too .. you are a creative talent .. read morei didn't mention the title .. "Remarkably Unfinished" .. love that too .. you are a creative talent my friend .. and your closing is poignant .. the freeing of the songbird in hand is a glorious healing freedom in and of itself .. fine poem of love sir!
5 Years Ago
Those words of yours above mean an awful lot to me Gene .. thank you so much my friend :)read more
Those words of yours above mean an awful lot to me Gene .. thank you so much my friend :)
Good to have another read of this most sensual write, but also with the knowledge this time, this beautiful free spirit is now a dust mote, dancing for eternity in the heavens. That is so sad, but she leaves you with lovely memories and is forever captured and framed for all to read and visualise in your beautiful poetry.
Chris
Posted 5 Years Ago
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5 Years Ago
... there is indeed a kind of permanence that poetry bestows upon people and places .. many .. read more
... there is indeed a kind of permanence that poetry bestows upon people and places .. many thanks dear Chris for your second visit and seriously kind words ,
Neville :)
5 Years Ago
Yes, there is permanence in poetry. That pleases me no end when everything else around us is fleetin.. read moreYes, there is permanence in poetry. That pleases me no end when everything else around us is fleeting:)