They call me the breeze

That there breath of air
you calls a breeze –
it ain’t nothin’ but a
mellow tickle …

– James ‘Kuntry Mode’ Steerforth

Written upon inspiration by breeze, mellow and tickle from 3WW.

And now, by the one and only true master of the breeze:

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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8 Responses to They call me the breeze

  1. Sheilagh Lee says:

    too funny I love your poem

  2. Love love love.
    Love the voice. Love the feel. Love the sentiment. Love the simplicity.

  3. Jingle says:

    lovely word play here. smiles..


  4. Elaine says:

    Nice and breezy…like a breath of fresh air!

  5. Altonian says:

    That is totally brilliant in its’ bevity and clarity.

  6. Ren says:

    Took me right to Bossier City, Louisiana. Sitting outside and watching day go by.
    Thank you 🙂

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