Jiggled and Jostled

Sometimes it's just not enough

Artwork by Richard Johnson “Evening Comes”

 

 

 

 

Love jiggled and jostled
through the humid salt air
the mercury continued to rise
till it seemed even the ice
in my Beefeater’s and tonic
would ignite


Tossed and tumbled emotions
rode the waves
while your magical fingers
strummed your guitar
voluptuous music
on a heretofore wordless journey

My words floated on your chords
like golden stars in an ebon sky
inspired by humid salt air
love jiggled and jostled
but never quite found its home

 

 

Reviews

[MsJewel]

I could hear the music, feel your words...so sad the two never quite found there home, but perhaps some relationships are just not meant to be. Love your description - jiggled and jostled...and the Richard Johnson painting is one of my favorites. The perfect painting to accompany your lovely words.

This week has been so busy for me...I'm so glad I can take a few minutes and catch up on your poetry. :) Julie

[Lydia Shutter]

I appreciate the time you took to read me and leave such a lovely review, Julie. Don't work too hard. Lydi**

[Dr. Wood ?]

wonderful stuff Lydia.....a song in the making

[Lydia Shutter]

Thank you so much! Lydi**

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That was music to my ears Ms Lydia:) Beautiful ! Btw I have wrote a little gift for you because I wanted too:) Thank you for your words always:)

[Lydia Shutter]

Jon, thanks for the review. Going to check out your poem now. Lydi**

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You are so ever greatful Me Lady:)