Listen Through the Breeze
Although you may never hear
his mandolin again
Except for maybe on the wind
It would be such a crying shame
if not, indeed a sin
Should you never listen for it
every now and then …
And whilst we are both here
right now
I think that you should know
There are certain
shades and tones I never want
you caught in, ever ..
Such is the legacy of a yesterday
gone oh’ so terribly wrong
So wrong in fact, we might need
prayers mid streams
of precious fairy lights and bunting
And get this ..
I never want you choreographed
For that would be
too much to ask, but want you
So much more
than I did once want you ..
In those flimsy
turquoise triangles, those which,
With all respect
barely covered anything at all
But then you know that don’t you …
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Author:
Neville (
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Am listening hard after reading this bit of familiar intrigue and thinking I can hear - maybe - - that romantic mandolin - I love this legacy of a remembered yesterday Nev - - now left for readers to unfold their own ending.......... x
Bless you Fay me gurt lovely ............. N 🙂 x
Did you get it together again or not, Nev?
Great flow with some depth - I'm not quite sure just how it was resolved with all that baggage.....
we did indeed but only briefly .. sometimes I guess baggage is a blessing in disguise ... maybe 🙂
Those times passed can be so wonderful but also so sad Neville.
Andy
Yes indeed ... cheers Andy ................................... N
With things gone terribly wrong you have been able to make it a pleasant poem . Kudos to you
How very kind you are my friend and very much appreciated too ....... All Good Things, Neville
“ turquoise triangles “ .. I really like this poem .. I like your choice of words ... you even mention fairies !
)
and I really like you visiting yellowrose .. regardless of colour or shape ...................................... 🙂 x
'I never
want you: choreographed
For that would be, too much
to ask'..
without spontaneity, dear Poet
where would we hang our hopeful hats
that hide, those ever regressing hairlines
of our regretted, shouda - woulda's of life..
(subtly, incisive: poetic brilliance
uniquely
at your very best, my friend)
This aint me blushin L.B that last unexpected cough caused me to spill me Ribena everywhere .. bless you sir n truly 🙂
Music to my soul! Fairy lights they always sprinkle love dust! Great poem dear Neville
thanking you is in itself is something of a pleasure ........ I could do it over and over .. thank you that is ................................................................................ N 🙂 x
Hehe Thanks! Much appreciated! You’re very welcome sir Neville the delightful
What a piece! The sound of that mandolin lingering in my mind, stirred up all the yesterdays' memories.
how very kind of you M & M .. with everything else going on, I am so glad you noticed .. bless you 🙂
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