Turquoise

Another old one taken from what I hope will one day be an anthology entitled 'Turquoise & Other Shades of Blue' c Neville Pettitt 2013

Turquoise

Remember not so long ago

You asked me not to love you

With other than my body

And we laughed until the morning

Then were strangers once again

 

Later though you asked me

What I thought of you

And I answered with my eyes

Had I told you true

I might have frightened you away

 

But I guess you saw beyond them

And you did what you had to do

Turquoise

You’re the strangest shade of blue 

Author's Note

She was beautiful indeed & left a lot of us to grieve...

Reviews

[lightsong]

some women are just like that, beautiful like a gem but with many faces, You can't catch them and that's how they keep You into them, lure You and captive You, that's how they survive their ego. if it was only for their lover then it's OK :) but they are playful with all "poor" men.

[Neville]

thank you so much dear Light.. a much appreciated visit and of course, always more than welcome.... N :)

[barleygirl]

I love this! It's been in my reading list for a month & it's fun that I've gotten to it just now and your whole "Turquoise/Blue" nest of precious eggs has recently been hatched! Now I want to read your book more than ever. I'm waiting for a new David Crosby (the musician) documentary (DVD) to be released on Tues, so I can buy your book when I buy that . . . This poem reminds me of those days when we loved the one we were with (theme song of early 1970's by Stephen Stills, comrade of David Crosby) . . . loving in body only . . . how did we do that? (((RAD!))) fondly, Margie

[Neville]

Too bloomin kind is wot you is.. Thanks a million Margie.. and believe me.. I know where you are coming from (RAD) indeed............. N :)

[Fay Slimm]

A strange request from those turquoise eyes for needing only the physical makes love a meaningless word to both males and females........ strangers are not normally those with whom we share intimacy - now look what this read has got me into mon ami................. good un though.......... Fay

[Neville]

thank you for showing such an interest in this old scribble Fay.. written long ago for my first love and who is no longer of this earth.. if indeed she ever was......

[Fay Slimm]

However long ago your poems were made they always present a modern appeal to my daily reading....... first loves stay ever alive in our heart................

[Neville]

They do kinda .. I guess, thank you again Fay..

[Rhayne]

Having been left three times, I guess I could say, "sucks, doesn't it'? But it's not how I really feel. Knowing what it's like to love and be betrayed, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

I read this with old pain and felt sorrow for her partners, still. It's hard to find the true ones. I can only imagine the bliss of those that do. Very well written, Neville.

[Neville]

How very kind of you dear Rhayne to share such a well considered and otherwise detailed impression of these words... Bless you my friend and truly... Neville

[sette]

with the mystique of the gem and the color, it adds flavor to the poem

[Neville]

thank you sette.. much appreciated.... N

[emmajoy]

So often colour creates an aura around a special person.. and, no matter what or for however long, he or she becomes more than a rainbow ever could. Turquoise tears, perhaps, heralding Summer skies?

You write such memorable words..

[Neville]

and you are way above me and far too kind with yours..... and I think you know I like it..... N

[emmajoy]

No arguments, Mr. P. weather's too bootiful for that.
A pleasure, always

[Chris Shaw]

Now Neville, you have also provided a tear jerker today. This is poignant and rather lovely and sounds like a bit of a delicious dalliance that didn't work out in your favour. She didn't want you to love her mind, so I think there were commitment issues and the strangers in the morning line just confirmed that. You say she left a lot of people to grieve, and that is so sad, but you will still have memories of her. I did pick up on pain, I felt it in your words. Turquoise, did that reflect her eye colour or the blue mood, I wonder? I like the poem title. I enjoyed the read. I ask myself whether I have been loved for my mind, and I am laughing. My poetry has put paid to that I think! Never met anyone in the real world who understands it.


Chris

[Neville]

thank you for considering this oldie Chris.... we lived together for almost three years... on leaving, I was homeless for quite a few months....I found out years later in fact the day before my daughter was born that she had died......N

[Chris Shaw]

Even sadder to learn this. You have immortalised her in a poem. I wrote a poem (actually it is lyrical so its more like a song). That is also about a broken relationship. I was not nearly as complimentary. Called it Drunken Deceiver. I might dig it out one day.

Your situation tragic.

Chris

[Neville]

Cheers Chris......Neville

[Ardra]

Mmm some relations as the time passes changes and then maybe someday we might wonder if the other person remember how it used to be..
Isn't it... normally one of them remembers every detail...the other forgets ...so it's better to have left those memories hidden in the trunk box..
Felt like a small tribute to a special someone...

[Neville]

Thank you Ardra... much appreciated.... Yes she was special but a long time ago....... N

[Ardra]

... time is just a illusion... of mind...says the wise ones.. :)

[Neville]

not if they are dead tho it's not.......

[Lyn Anderson]

I take this as an NSA relationship turned serious and then gone when she thought it was too serious - Not always is it the man that is afraid of commitment ...

[Neville]

Too true & sadly Turquoise is around no more - Good memories though

[Cassie]

hahahahaha....turquoise, I love t hat shade of blue. very nicely done

[Neville]

Bless you my dear friend. AGT's N