No Hint of an EndA Poem by Nevilleeveryone needs a safe placeNo Hint of An End Beginning but they Bounce and echo loud Around the labyrinths Of the same shell They were first Imprisoned in long ago Fine words They are too... And when Whispered soft Might be mistaken For the sea and wind Mouthing and teasing Her wild golden Finger combed hair Brushed back and yes Still damp and salty... My lady once lived For such poetry Yet she would lay there Hardly breathing Just in case the spell Got broken Then on waking fully She would look up and see Through a perfect Ken Simm sky... Twas then he felt her kiss South of the nape His neck did cry And she did crave Gentle as the downward Thrust of lichen green Lacewings wings Passing them by There in the cove of their Safe and secret harbour... Yes indeed for That is where words Such as these Go round and round With not a single Hint of beginning No sure sign of a middle And no No certain trace of an end even....
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15 Reviews Added on July 15, 2019 Last Updated on July 16, 2019 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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