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 ..
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Mmmmm "To him, and him alone", a confession...private, intimate, pure!! Wrapped in calming, soothing sounds! ššššš
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 š
Absolutely!!! The best!! šš
Wow. Powerful one bro.
Checks in da post sir Cheers š
She can certainly persuade the most strongest of souls. Absolutely beautiful. ā¤ļø
hey sister, many systamatic thank you's and a few frantic waves in your direction ā¤ļø
KP did this - the clenched fist - I heard the sound of botox! Doh!
You are as nuts as a packet of KP's and more nutty than a Topic š©š©š„š„š©š„
Not The Sound of Silence, but of Botox - if one can HEAR it?!
Compelling, N... what sway she has.
She shore had .. Cheers CB šš
"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.
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
Iād give that dude some advice. Like find a Conch? What thrills me the most is that Iām a million miles away from knowing how these thoughts possibly drift to your mind? Should I read that Timothy Leary book?
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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