Pouring Hope On the Shadows of My Broken Heart

Like a bird I breathed in time
from the star of an evening
filled with two shades of laughter.
I wandered with an empty heart,
seeing faces
that frightened all the love
from the last time
those three little words
floated silently
into spaces
where nothing......
is sheltered.

Different images hold my head up
as if saying
all I ever wanted to be
can be found,
if I move my feet
instead of trying to tame all I look upon
and have become acquainted with.
Nothing smiles at the shadows
left by my broken heart
here on the sidewalk of
“Never Again, I Said.”

Should I pour colored hope
over what could have been a breath of time
and watch the light of the evening star
return warmth
to a water-painted canvas of laughter
we both can hear?
Allow my heart to be filled
with two shades of beauty
so those three little words
can float into spaces.......
held dear.

Author's Note

Artist Arcipello

Reviews

[Drifter]

Can a poem simultaneously lift one out of despair and push them further down into it at the same time? I read the last stanza over and over, those three little words, so magical, the best any of us can hope to hear, but the memory of them can hurt so much when they are never to be heard again. Great work Neva.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Drifting :)

[Antonio Valentino]

oh woww.. what an exquisite thought..

Different images hold my head up
as if saying
all I ever wanted to be
can be found,
if I move my feet
instead of trying to tame all I look upon
and have become acquainted with.

sometimes the, other, needs to painted with shades of faith and hues of desire once again to assure them that the glow still burns within..

let your eyelashes once again brush soft against giggling blush..

words arent alive, until they can be first heard..

enjoyed!
:)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Antonio :)

[light and ashes]

Beautiful, with a great message of hope,strength,and rebirth. "Different images hold my head up
as if saying
all I ever wanted to be
can be found,
if I move my feet"
This stood out to me the most. I needed to hear those words. Surely, if we keep moving forward we will leave darkness behind even if it takes a while and in the process have to fight so hard for peace though tired of fighting. We must not ever give up.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank y9u angelink :)

[light and ashes]

Your welcome :)

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

You captured moments of pain with such elegance and purity. You write like no one else I have seen on here....love it!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Melody :)

[...]

What a bleed from your enormous heart and a pouring of your magical soul! Stunning :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Lynn :)

[MOON]

You are in a class of your own Neva , you find a way to make pain and longing sing and here you dare yourself almost to trust to be happy to find the love . Beautiful.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Moon :)

[Dean]

I'm stuck on your page, and cannot leave. The intimacy of your style is so expressive that my own falls short. Anyone who breaks your heart will find that
his own is small, indeed. Do not go there.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

((((((Dean))))))) Big hugs :)

[Dean]

Glad you expressed that in the plural...I'm back for more.