Stopped Clocks.
Lush and mysterious was that garden oasis.
Hearing a step on the path behind
I felt memory birthing another.
A face from the past makes my heart sing.
We had buried ourselves in this thicket
of jasmine and painted
one night with voluptuous colour.
Potent those smiles brushed with intrigue.
Stopped clocks cannot crumble moments
of given love nor can time ever
alter what back then we tinged with gold.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2021 06:19
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Such treasures are memories made when the heart was winged and flew in the paired dance of loves entwined rhythms through a wonderland of life's finest sensations.
Such can only be told by those who so flew.
Now smile at the thought.
Thanking you ever so kindly my friend - -
- after flying through wonderland with dancing wings ........am smiling big here dear Dusk -
.. this is magnificent ... I cannot surely be the only one here who would have given his eye teeth to have penned these words ....
Buckets of thanks Nev - - you are more than kind and thanking you muchly............... so pleased you felt the read special my friend......................x
A fine write Fay.
Thanks Orchi.
Love this poem Fay
Sincere thanks for adding this verse to your list of favourites Jerry - -- -much appreciated.
Haha you write such beautiful vivid verses Fay and I get to the end and lose grip of the delicate sense you weave to be left with wistful and coy thoughts. Great work again dear poet friend.
J
Am so grateful for your generous support for my work dear poet-friend - am blushing of course as I offer buckets of thanks.
Beautiful words Fay and may that tinge of gold be forever in your memory.
Andy
That tinge of gold will always be close to hearts given in love dear Andy and thank you for your caring comment on my effort to show memory's value.
'Potent those smiles brushed with intrigue.'
immersive lines, with words utilising vivid imagery - perfectly, I can't help but recall some of my own highlights of love...
what a wonderful gift you've given us readers, dear Fay
You highlight the message so well in your comment on Stopped Clocks my friend - ever so grateful for your continued support.
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