A Travelling Man
She is a woman
Who dreams of
Far away places
Lost causes
Exotic fragrances
Tastes to die for
Poetry and love
He is a man who
Prefers to travel
Light
Play with words
Take risks
And climb
High mountains
While all the time
His muse
Stays home and
Bakes bread
He admires birds
Of paradise
While she
Watches seagulls
Circle overhead
She is a woman
Who dreams
He is an old man
Who marvels
Though
Together naked
Miracles
May yet
Still happen
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Author:
Neville (
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Super write although I would like to think miracles still do happen.
I'm quite sure they do...
It's all right for him swanning about, while she's left grafting at home! lol. Does he bake some bread too?
I will have to swoon at the end of this poem. heehee.
swooning is for girls, sissies & stamp collectors
Aww, I used to be a stamp collector - bit 'sad'? lol.
So did the Kray's, Herman Hesse and Katie Price's second husband..
Makes me think of "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus."
Excellent poem and it gives the reader the perspective from both sides and ultimately melds into the G rating. LOL!
Great job, Neville. 🙂
Cheers.. and there's me trying to sit on the fence.. tis all in the meld don'tcha know 🙂
True. LOL!
Very good write Neville, those miracles are still there.
Yes indeed, they do still happen... sometimes, maybe... cheers Neville
I think I know a girl just like that, except the baking bread...
tell her she needs to get out more...
She travels the world every night.
This I can relate to as I watch seagulls too -- ha -- and have baked a decent loaf or two -- looking for miracles though and hoping they yet happen - or am I a lost cause.... glad to read your very first offering on this friendly site my romantic friend.
thank you Fay, I am truly honoured...
very kind of you to dig that deep... N
If we can spill our inner self for all to see, we may find a true soul mate we never knew.
What a wonderful world that would be.
Your words are spilled emotions
and you are far too kind....
Returned for a second helping of this gentle story of opposites needing at times the very same thing........ love the final lines...................... x
Thanks again Fay.. I Like seconds... x
thought this a timely read, seeing how you're on your travels again my friend
lol
hope all is well Hyung
Bless you brother Mek .. timely indeed .. and ever so muchly appreciated I can tell ya .. Thanks for breathing some life back into this nigh on ancient scribble .. tis sometimes hard these days to believe I am still he 🙂
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