Generous word for me.

(Talk Me Poetry
A Poem by Neville Pettitt
Only words, but inspired by a great poet here Johnnie C…)

(We write words to make the world more rosy, we write words to show the words the truth and we write to create laughter, tear and to show. Last freedom we have my friend. To write the truth. Thank you Neville, a talented writer.)
Talk Me Poetry

Between wars he walked
By the edge of wild oceans
Since it was there she
Spoke to him most often
She said come to me John
Kiss me young and make
Love to me
Tell me of great battles
Then talk me through poetry
Ride us a wave and read me
From Hemingway

He said sure pretty lady
If we can maybe go crazy
At least until morning and
The sea turns its back on us
Let it wash away sin that
The war it bestowed on us
Till then pass the tequila
And a full magazine
I shall tell of great battles
And talk you through poetry
Ride us a wave and read you
From Hemingway

She smiled as she said
I do love you so Johnnie
He smiled and replied
I love you too pretty lady
Now nothing can harm us
Nor take you away from me
While out in the desert
Blue pine scented white smoke
Punched holes in the clouds
And forever they
Walk by the edge of
Wild oceans each proud

Neville