A Poem by Fay Slimm





Unsettled my sleep,
yet were I with thee
each night would be
bedded in sated need.


Uneasy my soul,
yet were I to hold
thee as mine alone
would feelings unfold.


Unrested my mind,
yet were I now thine
on fire would be night
while we Paradise find.

© 2020 Fay Slimm

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While I recognize this to be a gracefully-stated message of interest, I also must confess I do not like reading poems written in that "flip-flop-verb-subject" Elizabethan style. It sounds hoity-toity to me (altho most people consider this to be how poetry sounds). As you might realize, I'm more of a down-home crude blunt corny funny stylist! *wink! wink!* Here's hoping you & yours are safe & healthy these holidays (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago

These words might easily be a single stand alone love poem of immense tenderness and longing ... or indeed three shorter but no less emotionally charged little cameos ..... simply super Fay :)

Posted 3 Months Ago

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3 Months Ago

Greatly appreciated your review and assessment of Feelings -- glad too your enjoyed the read my fr.. read more

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Added on November 20, 2020
Last Updated on November 20, 2020


Fay Slimm
Fay Slimm

Camborne, Cornwall, United Kingdom

Hi from Fay Slimm, I have been writing poetry since childhood and have always enjoyed writing nature poems along with romantic odes to the glorious place where I live alongside the sea in Cornwall U.. more..

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