With No Hint of An End
These words may have no beginning,
but they bounce
and echo loud, around the labyrinths
of the self-same shell
they were first each imprisoned in ..
Fine words they are too
and when whispered soft, might be
mistaken for the sea,
or the wind, as it mouths and teases
her wild golden,
finger-combed hair, brushed back,
slightly damp and still salty ..
My lady once lived for such poetry
yet she would lay there
still and barely breathing just in case
the spell somehow, got broken ..
Then upon waking, she would look up
and see the world
through a perfect Ken Simm painting ..
Yes, it was then, she felt a kiss,
south of the nape her neck did crave
and he, also thirsted for ..
Ache gentle he begged, against these
delicious downward thrusts
and be light as green lacewings wings
lost on clouds passing us by ..
And like that, they remain to this day,
safe in the cove of
their own little harbour, where words
such as these, tend to go
around and around, with not one hint
of a beginning, no signs of a
middle, nor trace of an imminent end even ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: whilst this may not be entirely true, it is nevertheless, based wholly on factual events that once occurred very near to my own patch of the ocean .. 🤍
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Comments10
Romance tis grand and love grander still. As in the poem there is no beginning, middle or end to love that bounces within and out its shell nor are there words that do it justice. With any good fortune we will all live within that harbor of peace with the sea and the breezes on lacewings forever green and young for love has no age and with it time has no effect. A lovely poem Neville
Many thanks Sorenbarrett .. You just set me up for a bloomin good weekend brother .. Cheers, Neville .. 😎👍
Always my pleasure my friend
Amazing how this poem loops back on itself, Neville. How the imagery of sea, wind, and harbour makes the intimacy feel timeless, like words and love circling forever with no beginning or end. It’s lush, sensual, and dreamlike. 🙏🕊️
How very bloomin kind brother a .. I am hugely humbled ... neville (with a small N as you can see) 😎👍
I don't know ole Ken - Mr Simm. lol.
He's up in Scotland somewhere but has been badly poorly .. hopefully now on the mend .. 👍
Ahh good!
Wow that is simply a beautiful write, has such an intimate, tender and calming feel to it, a real pleasure to read
Thanks a zillion PB .. 😎👍
You are very welcome
Neville, this reads like seafoam…each image drifting, circling, refusing an end. “Be light as green lacewings wings”...that’s poetry at its most tactile. Wonderful job, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ In fact. 🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐧🐦⬛ and I had to throw a crow in too! 🤷♂️🤣
Many serious thanks Tristan .. for everything .. especially the crow .. 😎🐈⬛🐈⬛🐦⬛🐧ura ⭐👍
Sweet nothings (them words - I'll have 'em, please!) pleasant afternoon, no hint of Sturm und Drang . Yet after the final line you are (your comments) getting rather cagey....
Enjoyed the trip though, Neville.
Cheers Dave, unfortunately, one has to be occasionally cagey .. There's still a few of em around who would like to get their hands on one .. if ya know wot I mean .. or maybe both of em .. p'raps 🍒😎👍
Beautiful romantic words Neville, may they have some truth in them.
Andy
The fact is, they are based entirely on uncertain truths .. Cheers Andy .. Neville
Is Ken Simm related to the Sim card in phones, etc? I talk some rubbish, if I say so myself! lol.
are you on something other than a roll eh' .. asking for a ferret or something ..
romantic, lovely, and straight from the heart...enjoyed it
Thank you so much .. Neville 😎👍
Brilliant my friend.
Thanks for stopping by Thomas .. Neville 😎👍
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