Waving at Amphitrite
Oh Amphitrite
how I long to see you naked
Save the samphire
and salted monks-beard gown
you last wore
upon your wedding night ..
Queen of oceans
daughter of Nereus and Doris ..
While Poseidon awaits
your famed saline embrace ..
Why not, in the meantime
drown me and take me first ..
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Why not indeed take you first, it may be in your dreams Neville but the possibility is there.
Andy
Cheers for both the thumbs up and the wake up call Andy
Doh! I wrote a similar poem, but after first two lines I swooned. Fido said it's too much for me! lol.
Fido knows best .. next time you take him for walkies, let him off the lead and then do a runna 🙂
Did you meet Amphi in person?!
After such an expressively written invite that Greek goddess would never need asking twice to take you first in an oceanic "saline embrace" Nev. - - to drown in love makes a dream of a read ..............x
You are far too kind dear Fay .. I am far from a pretty sight tho' when attired in my unitard 🙂 x
(so, your Inspirational poetry
is back
and thus, my qwerty keys are flying again
thank you!
thank you!
thank you!
'The' Poet is back!!!!!!!)
does water in the sea, recycle?
does rain, wash anew
those rivers of history?
if not
let us swim, dear friend
dip our toes
and jump, head first
place our bets
all in!
swim - back
to those Grecian, pillars
of mythology, comforts
where God's
visited us, and swam in the same
Lakes
we 'tadpole-d', out from..
swim - back
to a society, that had
a dedicated island of Lesbos
than just a month, in a year
of politically - feigned, equality..
swim - back
to wisdom and knowledge
we of modernity, choose
to forget and taint
so as to hide, from its complexities
and truth's
like, when a Goddess we can never
aspire, to believe-in
can be worshiped
for simply breathing, near
our dreams..
like, when we could look
and covet
that grace
only a woman, can gift our life's
without, being made to feel
lice creeps
plotting, insidious attraction
in our innocent heart's..
indeed,
dear Poet supreme
let's swim - back
and indulge, in a mirage
of Time
where, we fallible humans
brushed wishes and
shooting stars
with those, wingless angels
and gods
lowered near enough, to reach
and imperfect, enough
for us to aspire
and imitate or at least
exist, aside...
(it all ended
with 'cleanliness is next to godliness'
became, a thing
since
we can never, shower our myth's
in-to, our realities
however much we scrape and clean
our fears in-to, morbid dreams..)
I can see I'm gonna have to go away more often .. Bless you brother Mek, I am more than humbled and happy that you checked in and gave these words your consideration .. Neville
Not good at yer myfs n stuff, but I'd say go for it....
myfs n stuff? maybe I should thank you already .......................... 🙂
Something tells me that's a long queue, but hey, if you don't ask you don't get. If only it was today, and you could send her a little message online.
Ha, cheers Paul, I take it that's a thumbs up eh' ..................... Neville 🙂
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