Curtains Calling
I can almost see the ocean
from her bedroom window
the wind is blowing a gale
and the curtains are dancing ..
I am here only because
of my love for beauty
and my eyes are drawn again
to those dancing curtains ..
This morning, they appear
even more beautiful
than the lady busy showering
after last night’s exertions ..
I have another ladies number
I keep for emergencies
she is more a friend these days
and does not believe in curtains ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Published: June 21st, 2024 04:01
- Comment from author about the poem: this is the last scribble in my next anthology .. and should be in print from around July or August if anyone is interested .. it is called The Making of A Broken Man .. monies raised this time will be split between brain tumour and breast cancer charities .. mental health shall have to wait a while .. I shall be away for some time from now .. but be sure, I will return any reviews etc upon my eventual return .. In the meantime, I wish you all Peace, Love and All Good Things, Neville 🤍
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