White Violets
I very nearly fell asleep
Without remembering
The four white violets
And the green sweater
You both made famous
In whatever year it was
But that was long ago
And way before I ever
Fell in love with words
Or began this oh’ so
Singular affair with poetry
I remember now though
How they looked
Like four pearlescent stars
Pinned to a green field
Left off centre, rising gently
And breathing sighs …
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Author:
Neville (
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Sweet, and fulfilling. What more could you ask from a good write?
I dunno but am sure gonna thank you timely and true 🙂
A fine write Neville. You got any more lasses I should meet? Or should avoid?!
Loads but that’s just the way it goes... Thanks Orchidee 😇 💚🤡🤪👍
The rise and fall of that whiteness on green with every female breath I felt was so seductive - - - another memory of long-ago fun and so expertly expressed mon ami ................x
thanking you kindly Fay and true...
She drew breath
the violets beckoned
your heart fluttered
memories were made
You do create some lovely images with which to romance.
Cheers DA, how bloomin kind and much appreciated you are my friend.. 👍
That rise and fall can be so mesmerising, as are your words.
Andy
How bloomin kind GF60 and he thanks ya for it, no end sir
Neville
**** 'Four stars" for this one, "pearlescent" or otherwise. "Breathing sighs" of envy here. A very gentle memory of long ago lost but not forgotten beauty. But, hey, let's not try to blame poetry for everything. Loved this one. - Phil A.
Much appreciated Phil, very much sir..
Neville
What a telling word is "pearlescent" when on a green sweater that moved so seductively - - good memories eh my romantic friend. ?
absolutely .................................................................................... thank you Fay .. x
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