An Unfinished Summer
With the beard and in that certain light
he looked
a bit like Jesus Christ, or so she thought
he might ..
At least the way he looked when in the
movies
And she loved him like that throughout
summer
With his long hair, love beads, patched
jeans ..
those Marlboro lights and frayed velvet
jacket ..
Pray tell, what more might a girl from the
west country want
Whilst savouring each moment till ……
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Author:
Neville (
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Good write N.
You hoping the Summer is unfinished? Are we all hoping?!
Dis he look like Jesus? It depends, if he was of Middle Eastern appearance (Israel). He would not have been white or black or Chinese or whatever. But you mean the beard!
I'm going to the Co-op. It's in the Mid-West. (do shut up now Orchi. lol)
I mean like he looked in the movies, tv series, old black n white photo's and LP record cover and nothing like Dali's various depictions .......................... thank you Mr. O ......................... 🙂
A great portrait of a ''60's - '70's "Hero" - certainly got the hippie girls in for a while (if he wanted them...........) but time moved on.....
Needless to say, I enjoyed that, Neville....
thanks mate .. twas all about peace n love weren't it ........ or a lot of it woz 🙂
The feel of the 60's jumps out of these lines Nev. - ah yes - I remember it well and its hippie-life that never seemed finished - -like your final line...........x
those were the days my friend we thought they'd never end ........................ but they kinda did cept in my head ............... bless ya Fay n truly 🙂
Ooooo I think I love him too!
Bless ya sister ............................................................ 🙂
'With his long hair, love beads, patched
jeans ..
those Marlboro lights and frayed velvet
jacket ..'
(a Native-American, James Dean
would have been a hit
in the west of blighty or Hollywood
I would have to agree)
a fun read, sometimes
we need to dust-off
those age wilted self-portraits
and reminisce those time's
when life was full of youthful vigour
and gloriously bold..
twas such a long time ago, I had to jot this one down quick before I lost it for ever .. thanks L.B 🙂
... till time and life's love moved us on and along into the unknown, which all to quickly became our yesterdays.
Thank goodness for hindsight.
Absobloominlutely .................................... oh' n cheers DA .. always appreciated and true 🙂
Good write, Neville.
Boys do the dancing girls do the choosing.
I was always the one left on the shelf ..................................................... doing the hand jive all by myself .................................................thanks for dipping in JR 🙂
Sorry I've been around much and a bit out of touch - how did the move go? Oh and yes - another super write.
Good evening Michael .. the move went well, we are now settled in nicely thanks .. and thanks for squeezing me in, I know you have a lot on your plate at the moment and my thoughts are with you and those you love and hold dear my friend ...
Neville
Somewhere in my mind the Summer never ends. Great write N. 😉
move over just a bit, I could use some of that .. cheers AP ... N 🙂
Sending Summer's best to you N. 😉
The Hippies do still exist and still want to bring love to us all.
Andy
I know we do my golden friend .................................... 🙂
Brings forth pictures of Hubby, of course he looked like Jesus Christ, who was truly my first Idol!
Of course we were from the later generation! Not the Hippies of the 60’s
Another thought provoking poem!
dang, fancy mentioning hubby .......................................................and reminding me of how old I might be .......................................................................................... I do like my thoughts being provoked tho' ................................................................................... Cheers 🙂
Awe! Well you look very handsome! No telling what a catch you were in your youth!
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