My Lady Was a Poem

My Lady Was a Poem

A Poem by Neville

My Lady Was a Poem

 


My lady was a poem


just waiting to happen


A flurry


of words balanced …


on the


wings of explorers


Reflecting


the joy on the face


of new parents


The pride of a father


and the


love of a mother


With all but a trace


of the smile


she was known for


And let’s


not forget the way


that she moved


which once


made her famous


Nor the


lavender shawl


that she


wore off her shoulders


My lady


was a poem


just waiting to happen


On the lips of her lovers


and in the


prayers of disciples


She was


a flurry of words


unhurried, yet spoken


At home


in cathedrals, bordello


or ghetto


Now gone tho I hear her


but only


in whispers and echo’s


I still sense her


in shadows and embers


and mist


on the hill though


All the places we loved


I try to


scribble in note pads


My lady


was surely a poem


just waiting to happen


yet barely


captured in moments


and now truly gone …………

 

© 2020 Neville


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I think you done rather well here Nev in describing all those things that make her that person within your memories, heart and soul.
Sometimes inspiration strikes and we capture our essence of theirs, but mostly we just drift off in the memory, looking through the ow at all those things that were, with n ever so slightly dopet smile on our faces as we recall all the little details that make them so memorable.


Posted 3 Years Ago


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Neville

3 Years Ago


much more than just muchly appreciated Loz .. mightily more n then some my friend ........read more



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Nicely written poem. Each line was attractive

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Neville

3 Years Ago


.................... thank you kindly my friend
A muse now gone reflected on and her presence still felt in many places even though time has moved on. Her essence captured in whispers, shadows, echoes, embers and mists. I would say she has never left you. Death doesn't destroy memories thankfully. Yours here tell me her essence is still very much alive in your poetry. Wistful and romantic.

Chris

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Neville

3 Years Ago


You are indeed most perceptive Chris .. Many thanks for showing an interest in these words o.. read more
LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! This reminds me -- I've always loved your longer poems the best. You really get whipped up into a frenzy of imagery & feeling whenever you let 'er rip! I love how your tribute implies that "your lady" had a life prior to knowing the narrator & how everything in a life comes together to beg a poem to be written of such a life! This message kicks butt! Who wouldn't wish to be the lady who inspired this? (((YOW!))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


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Neville

3 Years Ago


That'll do more than just nicely Margie, that'll keep this old fella smiling for quite some .. read more
barleygirl

3 Years Ago

I won't whine about the cold since it's running about 10 degrees above frosty & everyone else is alr.. read more
Neville

3 Years Ago


its 6 degrees Celsius here and I've been moaning since September :)
She is in the air we breathe, the sea, the sky, the stars, a poem written, a poem yet to be written, she is omnipresent, ubiquitous. such beauty and depth of soul lives forever within our hearts ...

A powerful, pensive poem, beautifully scribed my friend!!


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

3 Years Ago


Hey Tom, many thanks my old friend, I can't thank you enough for the visit and kind review y.. read more
I think you done rather well here Nev in describing all those things that make her that person within your memories, heart and soul.
Sometimes inspiration strikes and we capture our essence of theirs, but mostly we just drift off in the memory, looking through the ow at all those things that were, with n ever so slightly dopet smile on our faces as we recall all the little details that make them so memorable.


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

3 Years Ago


much more than just muchly appreciated Loz .. mightily more n then some my friend ........read more
this is like Mary Magdalene meets the muse.
She is real, palpable...we touch her, feel her, use her but at the same time, respect her.

j.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Neville

3 Years Ago


... Thank you jacob .. she was indeed real and well respected.
N.

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