Conchetta - Voice of the Sea

Neville

Conchetta - Voice of the Sea

 

She bade him

come near,

then to place

an ear against

her partly

clenched fist

and just listen ..

 

Like a dog

he complied

and he

did marvel

at the sounds

that came

from inside ..

 

Those

that seemed

to emit

from her palm

and her

forefinger ..

 

To him,

and him alone,

they were

clearly the sound

of the wind

and the sea ..

 

And it seems

it was then,

that he knelt at

her feet

and he begged

her to

make him

her slave again ..

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2023 00:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: LIZ, Teddy.15
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  • LIZ

    Mmmmm "To him, and him alone", a confession...private, intimate, pure!! Wrapped in calming, soothing sounds! šŸ’œšŸ’œšŸ’œšŸ’œšŸ’œ

    • Neville



      You can beat an egg, a drum and a carpet .. but you just can't beat a good private confession now can ya and when it comes to sounds, aint they the best ones .. Sshh thank you LIZ šŸ’œ

      • LIZ

        Absolutely!!! The best!! šŸ’œšŸ’œ

      • Thomas W Case

        Wow. Powerful one bro.

        • Neville



          Checks in da post sir Cheers šŸ™‚

        • Teddy.15

          She can certainly persuade the most strongest of souls. Absolutely beautiful. ā¤ļø

          • Neville



            hey sister, many systamatic thank you's and a few frantic waves in your direction ā¤ļø

          • orchidee

            KP did this - the clenched fist - I heard the sound of botox! Doh!

            • Neville



              You are as nuts as a packet of KP's and more nutty than a Topic šŸ”©šŸ”©šŸ„œšŸ„œšŸ”©šŸ„œ

              • orchidee

                Not The Sound of Silence, but of Botox - if one can HEAR it?!

              • arqios

                Compelling, N... what sway she has.

                • Neville



                  She shore had .. Cheers CB šŸ˜ŽšŸ‘

                • MendedFences27

                  "The Voice of the Sea" has called many to her bosom, and all were thus enslaved. Life on the sea is slave labor at its very least. A sailor is but a droplet in a furious ocean.
                  Well-spoken and personified this poem of yours. "She" is what sailor's call the sea and all the boats upon her. Just a clever piece of imagery. - Phil A.

                  • Neville



                    Hey Phil .. how come, you are always so incredibly write .. it seems your sailors eye still gives all round vision .. thank you so much Cap'n .. Neville

                  • Bobby O

                    Iā€™d give that dude some advice. Like find a Conch? What thrills me the most is that Iā€™m a million miles away from knowing how these thoughts possibly drift to your mind? Should I read that Timothy Leary book?

                    • Neville



                      Gawd bless you guv'nor .. I would love to take your advice and go find a conch, but have been holed up in a corner and cowerid for such a long time, I fear I might find the light blinding .. forget Leary, read one of mine instead .. pretty please .. L is for love, S is for sex and D is for dying and damnation .. in my book anyway ...... Go good my friend .. Neville



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