Whatever Happened to Miriam
There are times I still wonder,
whatever
happened to Miriam ..
Our most
beautiful of water carriers ..
She had
her own secrets, of course ..
But hey,
didn’t we all, back then ..
Yet I still seem
to recall, a long time ago now
I once had
her naked while standing
alone by a
fountain, with her broken
decanter ..
Only half-filled mind, with
herbs and wild
honey, like some enchanted
cornucopia
and likewise, so very inviting ..
My word,
how she smiled at me then,
whilst
replacing, the cream coloured
hand woven
shawl, back over her shoulders
and blowing a
kiss in my vaguest of directions ..
All before
turning and so very casually,
walking away ..
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Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes, I still ask my self the same question ..
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Isn't cornucopia known as the horn of plenty...or something like that? At first, I was like....who is this Miriam person...and you saw her naked? Nah! 😆 But the title made me think of the transgender Miriam Rivera who died years ago. My mind's all over the place! Thank you for that...LOL. 💜
I have not heard of Miriam Rivra .. but that does not make your impression wrong .. might
I respectfully request that you read these words again 💜
Absolutely! But you might have to turn me in the right direction. That's why I said my mind's all over the place. 😆 now I'm thinking about Miriam and the Nile. Lord help me! But all in all, the experience seems to me like a moment of bliss. I'm in my feminine energy at the moment so....help? 😉 💜
Now that would be a fine thing .. thank you for the invite .. let me have your zip code .. 💜
Mmmmm dangerous! 😛
Dunno what the final score was in the exchange above, but a quick scan of biblical and torah references didn't yield much info either.... lack of both water and nakedness...
Miriam just happened to be her name .. we met briefly on Hydra .. the rest is history 👍
I hope the garden path you led her up was easier than the garden path you led.......
it was a courtyard if my memory serves correctly .. she was initially holding court and I got caught .. or maybe vice versa ..
Yes - memories are very much like that. Still, gives one a chance to do a poetical or two.
Just call me Miriam (in disguise). lol.
if you mean Lucy .. that's another story altogether .. she will always be up there with the rest of the diamonds .. 🐧
This brief encounter needs no introduction-I am sure she saw that you appreciate her beauty and labor-thanks for the write-
At the time, she left me in no doubt whatsoever, but something tells me, she thinks of me less often these days, than I do of her .. thanks for calling Parisab .. Neville
Muses often don’t and that’s part of the magic, as you know…
The Miriam I found was the sister of Moses, and the beautiful story of her well. Your lady must be quite remarkable by comparison. Your verse rich, and delightful. Thank you dear friend.
well, well, well .. gonna have to start calling you Sherlock .. maybe .. but in the meantime .. my most sincerest of thanks will be on their way to you write now as soon as I hit send .. 💛
The vaguest direction I would put that down as victory. Might I guess that semi directional glance was her hinting that she has a fond memory that while not quite ready for a replay the fondness still touches her and it is privilege.
thanks Bobby .. let's just say I got the impression the pleasure was not just all mine .. 🐧
Those meetings can filled with such emotion Neville and can therefore bring back both good and sad memories.
Andy
that's memories for you, isn't it .. thanks for reminding me Andy .. Neville
You're weaving Mythology's Hydra
with a nation's sanskrit traditions
Paulo Coelho, played the same dance when in the alchemist
he had love meet at an Oasis
between a water carrier and a shepherd
is Miriam, a wished for mirage
like the name suggests
or simply a memory, unfulfilled...
(do i get pity marks for effort..)
lol
🍻 cheers, to you Hyung
for serving-up another poetic delight
pity marks a plenty .. tis them stains that bother me most .. thanks a bundle my friend n true
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