Love and Warm Toast

Sunny daze indeed. Just add butter & honey

‘Love and Warm Toast’

 

The breeze that blows across the field

Carries the scent of various wild grasses

Feral flowers and the cereal farmer’s gold

 

Later

 

The miller with his cool and calloused fingers

Shall fashion and form

Each golden husk into breakfast

 

Thus

 

Reminding me of my mother as a young woman

Many years ago now but always

Smiling and smelling of love and warm toast

 

Author's Note

I just had to get this out into the open... Go on I dare ya, be ruthless

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... once again I came across your Poem... and the scent of Mothers Love. Be blessed and enjoy the Season of Wild Geese and the Harvest of he Field... as the Seasons become the Reasons to share the Beauty of early Autumn as it Smiles. gently, Pat

[Neville]

I am so glad you stumbled upon this little scribble from 2014 Pat .. so much has happened since the day those words up there were first conceived .. made me cry so ya did ................... Neville x

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Time count by, moment create memories, Scent brings things back to thought and music keep reminding of the past.
I sense the presence of a past time filled with joy and gladness with love overshadowing all as I read this.

This is great, Neville.
Well expressed.

[Neville]

thank you dear Kay... yes.. I have many fond memories and just hope they will remain with me.... N

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

My pleasure...

[Robert Trakofler]

I have so many scent scene memories my grandmother is lilac my other grandmother is channel #5 and parliament cigarette packs. And another grandmother is sugar cookies and freshly polished wood. So your not the only one:/ I love how you drifted imagery into a scents of memory

[Neville]

and I am most grateful to ya for taking a peek at these words I am also thrilled to have gone past the 20 figure .. that's a personal best N :)

[Robert Trakofler]

20? Figure?

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh I see sorry got fur in my eyes (on my phone slow day at Zenith today)

[Neville]

how many covers constitute a slow day? and dont say 20.....

[Robert Trakofler]

This far I have had 5 covers and 3 pick ups:( it’s move in day for many of the local universities so a historically slow weekend I’m so bored I just made 10 different icings for my buffet cakes tomorrow:/

[Neville]

you gonna be run ragged when them freshers get stuck in....

[Robert Trakofler]

Yes tomorrow’s brunch will be crazy and I’m short staffed because she is moving in to her campus this weekend!!! These darn smart kids!!

[Neville]

I'm having lunch at my sons and then a long drive to visit my brother & sister..

[Robert Trakofler]

Enjoy....I like his menu he is starting off smart not overdoing it kept it small and simple which gives you a chance to really concentrate on quality!

[Neville]

I will pass that on my friend.. N x

[Riddhi]

I loved this poem...The way you described it for a moment i actually felt as if i was in between those wild grasses and fields...What you wrote in the poem , I think many of us can relate with it....I loved the way you wrote it..
Keep on writing and Thanks for sharing...
Take care..
Riddhi

[Neville]

You really are most kind my friend and thank you... Neville

[Riddhi]

Thanks for this compliment Neville..

[Neville]

not at all.. tis true :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Warm gentle aromas the very first Hallmark moment.

I love when a faint smell takes me back.

This was a lovely journey back to visit momma.

[Neville]

I know precisely what you mean Cherrie... am glad to be of service..

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, mummy's always smell of baking.
Which is a great memory.
Just remembered I used to love jam sandwiches.
Do you still get salmon paste.
Be thinking of food all day now. lol

[Neville]

Cheers Paul... I much appreciate you visiting.. yep you can still get it, from the odd corner shop....not one of them tho for miles..... N

[Paul Bell]

Even the corners have gone.

[Neville]

and the bits in between, I see, or rather I dont see, it seems .....

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

Beautiful, Neville. Your images are so vivid, I can actually see the wild grasses and the fond memory of your mother. Strange how oftentimes the landscape forces us to think about the times we either had fun or spent with our family. Great write, as usual.

[Neville]

said it before but gotta say it again.. you my friend are far too generous, but I do like it.. Neville

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

No, I'm not too generous. Your words paint a lovely picture that the reader is able to visualize quite nicely. Don't second-guess yourself.

[Neville]

I guess I've just been corrected.... x

[Tamara Beryl Latham]

No problem!

[Neville]

Cheers N :)

[Einstein Noodle]

how can anyone but the most callous and spiteful be ruthless, Neville ;) mom and warm toast!!!! c'mon ... young men are made of such things my friend ... that's why women admire a man that appreciates moms ...
creative original form ... i like it! the one word interludes are almost like another character ... behind the scenes directing the play going on ... love your "Feral flowers..." and "...cereal farmer’s gold" ... you struggled for those didn't you? ;) our moms are the best sir!
E.

[Neville]

You read me so well, like a bloomin book almost Gene.. many true thank you's this fine Sunday mane.. and the very best to you... N

[Einstein Noodle]

thanks Neville ... your a true blessing here at the Cafe' ... your works and your reviews ... all good says i!

[Neville]

back at ya....and true say's me..

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha me too!

[Neville]

............ and so say all of us.. :)

[lightsong]

gorgeous... gorgeous and gorgeous, how can anyone be "ruthless" to such warming gentleness?! I smelt the breeze, I smelt the sun, the golden husk... it's the first time I read something like this from You, Your very sensitive side, and I'm never disappointed. some really capturing images dear Neville, Thank You with the blessed of Love and Warmth.

[Neville]

Thank you my luverly friend.. this one was for my mum who I have not seen for a long time, bless her...

[lightsong]

bless her, so much so~ may You see Her so very soon, and when You do, don't forget to read Her Your beautiful words here.

[Neville]

we shall have to see... x

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared Neville.
"Smiling and smelling of love and warm toast"
The simple smells make us remember the good days. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. We need the good memories.
Coyote

[Neville]

I so much appreciate you visiting John.. your wise words and friendship always cheer me up ... N

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure Neville and I always enjoy your work.

[Neville]

Cheers Coyote and likewise...

[Lorry]

I do love a bit of natures aromatherapy, and how it can instantly transport us back in an instant to these moments that made us. Pipe tobacco reminds me of my grandpa, home baking my gran, Betting shop pens, my dad and a pot of soup my mum.
Warm toast is a great one too, but can I have lime marmalade please :)
A wonderful memory, beautifully captured by your pen/keyboard etc :)

[Neville]

thanks lorry.. some of those you mention are among my favourites too.. I also love cigar smoke, bonfires, fresh wood shavings and patchouli oil... I have never tried lime marmalade, but will give it a try and get back to ya.... Neville

[Lorry]

oh, it's worth it. Rose' do the best one :)

[Neville]

before I met ya my friend, the thought of lime, gave me the chivvers.. but, roses they say do grow on ya.. am gonna get some later, a small jar mind..