Elusive Blues
Try as hard as he might
it would all be in vain
and never quite right
That most subtle of
blues would
always elude him
Yes, you know, those
that can only be found
in a certain light
Hiding beneath the
porcelain white
of her skin, within veins
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A fine write N.
I'm gonna take up studying a certain porcelain! Or should I stick to the ceramic sort? I might swoon otherwise. lol.
Good on ya Mr. O .. It'll do you good, it must be awful being cooped up in the hutch like that, just the two of ya ................ Cheers but there will be no swooning on my watch 🙂
Ohh yes, I must get out more! lol.
Those blues will be there for him one day Neville.
Andy
He's counting on it Andy .......... thanks for the reassurance mate 🙂
Evocative and fizzing with intimate moments of search and find. Who would not welcome the joy of discovering blues as elusive as these words portray - - great stuff again Nev..........x
Don't cha just love a bit of fizzing Fay .. I know I do ...................... and thank you so much for helping me to keep my pecker up 🙂
I'm not a painter... so I think I would have to get closer to make my own private observations in order to verify the delicacy of her beauty.....
Got me going here, Nev.
thanks Dave .. much appreciated sir ... N 🙂
those blue flames of passion
once we squander them
so impossibly hard, to ignite it within another again
but what to do
some mistakes, try as we might, just can't avoid
and although our loyalty may have failed us once
we must still strive
to find a path, to that Phoenix pulse of our love...
(this is how your poetry, expressed itself to me my friend
love the subtlety, a joy to read
even if it brought back some unwanted memories)
sometimes it feels like we share the same cerebral hemispheres ............................. cheers to both of us L.B 🙂
Felt every bit of this my friend, thanks for sharing
and thank you for dropping in mate .. much appreciated .. hope all is well in your world 🙂
Beautifully penned. Hope you find the blues
Thank you no end my new found friend 🙂
Ah that delicacy which elevates female flesh to the desireable artistic heights of sculpture.... and then she moves.... rapture.
You got it .. and I'm so glad you did DA .. Cheers my friend n true sir 🙂
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