The Gardeness
She has thyme well placed at her fingertips ..
Fresh from the garden and tenderly tended ..
Not architectural by design but wild and freely ..
The Gardeness
She has thyme well placed at her fingertips ..
Fresh from the garden and tenderly tended ..
Not architectural by design but wild and freely ..
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Alas, Neville - alas...
'Tis the way of gardens....or at least human relations...
..
feral springs to mind over here sir .. just like Alice springs to mind over there, down under 🙂
Wow mi amigo - - methinks -your well penned lady sounds very close perfection -- wildly free and with passion and patience - - what lusty male could want any more that that I must ask.............x
she took everything I had to give n then scarpered ............ x
Ooooh - - that must have stung and on second thoughts is worth your consigning ....x
Well said, Neville.
I have found being left with the poem in time you are the better for it.
Cheers Jez .. & seasons best to you n yours kind sir ... Neville
Did I meet her?! lol.
Can't I remember these lasses myself?
It's like the annoying someone who says 'Remind me about it in a week, will ya?' Ain't they got a mind to remember it themselves? lol.
some folk always opt to take the easy way out, whereas I love a good battle .. cheers 🙂
(and how she plucked and mapped
curated a path to a blossoming garden
as life, by each others side
but he
was rooted to the weeds
that sculpted him, into the very man
she fell for...)
hence why tragedies, always make for best sellers
and Shakespeare reigns supreme
for all life
is a tragedy, waiting
to be captured in ink, everything else
is mere history and art...
(Brilliant!
dear Poet supreme
so loved the tone)
My word good sir Mek, it appears you are on something of a roll & I am a most grateful recipient .. Neville
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