Freshly Squeezed

Neville

Freshly Squeezed

 

Hey,

would you think any less of me

If I told you

I often spend my afternoons

these days

Remembering the gentle sway

of our clean sheets

Freshly laundered and playing

with the early

Autumn breeze, just waiting

on winter

Smelling of sunshine, freshly squeezed ….

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2021 03:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Hey, feel free to insert the name of your own choosing immediately after hey ...
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 69
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, L. B. Mek.
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Comments8

  • Goldfinch60

    My wife used to thoroughly enjoy looking at sheets drying on the line.
    Aah, memories.

    Andy

    • Neville



      Reading you today, up there in that little box, reminded me of one of the reasons I choose to write

      Thank you for that my golden friend 🙂

    • Fay Slimm.

      Hey lover - - cant wait for winter after remembering those sheets. -- - - - - - To an incurable romantic the name has to be covert methinks..............x

      • Neville



        ... covert does it for me ... always .. well almost always, maybe ........... thank you Fay, an ever grateful Me my friend 🙂

      • Accidental Poet

        No, I'd not think any less of you. But now more of you for this great write. ; )

        • Neville



          thanks a bundle AP and a bloomin big un too my friend 🙂

        • L. B. Mek

          and so, once more - I find myself, swaying
          with that gentle breeze of your poetic genius
          subtle, my gifted friend
          as ever - ever, so subtle: your nudge
          that has us swimming in memories
          even our shadow stains, pointedly - chose to forget...
          yes I too have, a few names dear Poet
          and they too, will have theirs I'm sure
          the true magic in your words, is when we realise
          the likeliness, that even in name only
          miles and lifetime's - apart
          there's a chance: we're all, thinking alike...
          (such a Brilliant Gem, of a subtly nuanced Poem!)

          • Neville



            I can see I'm gonna have to buy you that beer after all my friend .. many thanks indeed & truly 🙂

            • L. B. Mek

              🍻😁👌

            • Doggerel Dave

              ' just waiting on winter' - nothing more?
              What did you get up to in the meantime?
              Image clear in my mind - evokes memories of my own (refuse to disclose); what more can I ask of a short sketch such as yours, Neville?

              • Neville



                A gentleman never tells, does he .. Thank you Dave 🙂

              • Jerry Reynolds

                Beautiful write, Neville.
                Loved walking through the laundry on the line a wonderful smell. Haven't thought of it in years,
                till now. Thanks
                I

                • Neville



                  there is something rather special about the sight and smell of freshly laundered bed linen methinks .. am so glad I'm not the only one who thinks so ... cheers JR 🙂

                • SureshG

                  WOW!

                  I thought you were going to go to what happened before, in between those sheets, but really

                  WOW!

                  • Neville



                    ..... thanks for wowing these words my friend .. much appreciated 🙂

                  • myself and me

                    Do you? Really? Spending your afternoons like this. Here is your freshly squeezed lemonade...

                    • Neville



                      my word, what could be better than that .. many thanks to both of ya .. 🙂



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