Nevafar

Nevafar

 

Her words, although lost on the wind

Je riviendrai mon amour ..

Yet still, they come back to haunt me

..

And like the scent of her drifting

They do tease and delight

The corners of these poor eyes and these lips

..

Yes, poor things

Both now seriously redundant,

Yet primed and with hope, forever and always

 

 

 

Reviews

[AJNJ]

The wind sweeps everything away...even those words of goodbye murmured with a reluctance and a heavy heart. And yes, the fond hopes never die and those poor lips curl in a little smile every now and then, in solitude. A poem full of gentle reflection and longings.....

[Neville]

you read me like a book AJ ... sometimes, maybe :) thanking you kindly sir

Neville

[barleygirl]

There are a handful of people in one's life who stay lodged in one's awareness & you've described deliciously how it can feel when a long-lost beloved lingers beyond all palpable reality (((ANGEL))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

.................. she reads him like a bloomin book & leaves him feeling read .. pink just didn't fit (HUES) blushingly, Neville

[Einstein Noodle]

wow ... "poor things
Both now seriously redundant," ... the contrast "Yet primed and with hope, forever and always" is stunning .. poignantly sad and so emotive .. such love ... and she a ghost ... no satisfaction for the eyes .. no warmth to affirm the lips .. killer poem sir .. love the French (didn't even have to look that one up) and i especially like "....the scent of her drifting" ..for me that line is instantly evocative inspirational .. a sylph over the waters ..and your speaker the revenant to memories :( well done! so surgical yet full ..
E.

[Neville]

I am honoured Gene and truly ... thank you so bloomin much my friend and poet :)

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I am honoured Gene and truly ... thank you so bloomin much my friend and poet :)

N.

[Einstein Noodle]

be well sir .... keep safe ... luv on ya my friend :)

[Neville]

............................. and write back at ya :)

[Chris Shaw]

I do believe you have written of her before and I distinctly caught the waft of je reviens perfume too if I am not mistaken. A lovely poem Neville which reminds me that nothing we have is permanent. All things pass on and we are left with reflections and hope when the wind changes direction.

Chris

[Neville]

... how write you are... thank you kindly and true Chris
:)

[Fay Slimm]

Hope is the best primer by far when the wanted words are uttered - " I will come back" - a movingly tender read Nev..................x

[Neville]

.................. thank you Fay :)

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... it seems our lips
are always expressing our need for
affection along with a scent of blossoms
awakening with sensuous delicate intentions.
Lovers beware... tenderly, Pat

[Neville]

yes indeed .. tenderly is the key isn't it Pat thanking you slowly and precisely .. and true ...
:)

[Patricia Wedel]

thank you Neville... I have a dozen roses that are cream with edges of burgundy...
Wegmans grocery has a dozen long stem Roses for $12.00... I need them at least twice a month for therapy... I become lost in their tenderness... sometimes pale pink.. Red or even lavender or yellow... There will be a trail of Petals when I leave some day, but not too soon. gently, Pat

[Neville]

..................... Not for a very long time :)

[Patricia Wedel]

... ))) x 🍀🦩🍇