Lessons

Fay Slimm.

 

Lessons.

 

He taught me not to rest when

untasted were so many 

fruits to hasten my questing.

      

Awareness lit, ripeness ready for

picking and he was there 

to offer lessons in quenching.     

 

Experience loses no flavour when

sweetened with lips drenched

in repetitive pleasure.

 

Love sought me and I heard not

its coming until welcome

was heat as my caution melted. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2021 09:19
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  • Neville


    Sounds so darn good when both read out loud and again in my head ..
    and a real treat for these tired old eyes .. x4 perfectly formed three lined stanzas ..
    now permanently pinned to this particular page and ever ripe for re-visiting ................... Neville x

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful words Fay, we must always keep moving forward and that wonder of life will be with us.

    Andy



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