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 ….
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Author:
Neville (
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My wife used to thoroughly enjoy looking at sheets drying on the line.
Aah, memories.
Andy
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 🙂
Hey lover - - cant wait for winter after remembering those sheets. -- - - - - - To an incurable romantic the name has to be covert methinks..............x
... covert does it for me ... always .. well almost always, maybe ........... thank you Fay, an ever grateful Me my friend 🙂
No, I'd not think any less of you. But now more of you for this great write. ; )
thanks a bundle AP and a bloomin big un too my friend 🙂
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!)
I can see I'm gonna have to buy you that beer after all my friend .. many thanks indeed & truly 🙂
🍻😁👌
' 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?
A gentleman never tells, does he .. Thank you Dave 🙂
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
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 🙂
WOW!
I thought you were going to go to what happened before, in between those sheets, but really
WOW!
..... thanks for wowing these words my friend .. much appreciated 🙂
Do you? Really? Spending your afternoons like this. Here is your freshly squeezed lemonade...
my word, what could be better than that .. many thanks to both of ya .. 🙂
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