Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone.
There is a massive distance between her smile and tears when she writes about the rain. Because her faded dreams put her mind at ease behind the places where she stands in pain.
Sitting in the garden where one finds love in those eyes that speak of alone. She writes lines which intrigue mysteriously. You can see her words dance where she's walked, when dawn breaks across the trees.
The inner deepness of her words hold on to each cloud, crying out to the depths of our bones. They tell us our worst hours contain the time outside of her faded dreams and that they too..... will soon be gone.
When she writes about the rain we smile behind the places where we stood in pain. You can see her words dance where she's walked, knowing...... they never speak in vain.
you know, Neva, every time i read something you have written about my favorite subject (love) it is as if an angel were sitting at my side telling me how to infuse your words into my being, and it always come to me naturally how to feel deep inside . i've heard of horse whisperers, dog whisperers etc. BUT......you are definitely the love whisperer ! your art is amazing and almost perfection. thank you for sharing this with me
I don't know what to say that has not already been said. I had to read it twice as first time I was numbed by the sad beauty and sense of waste you portray. Lovely poem.
A very deep, soulful write. What I love about this piece is the fact that it takes you behind the obvious. We estimate sadness of a third person externally - sometimes casually. This poem takes you deep inside the soul of a person who has lost everything in life and help you to realize how cut-off and isolated you can be from the outside world in moments of distress.
"When she writes about the rain
we smile
behind the places "
Such a beautiful way to sum up the very essence! Well done Neva :)
Loved one, this visual and haunting line: "Sitting in the garden/where one finds love/in those eyes/that speak of alone..." Still no one puts it like you. What I get from this is seeing someone so hurt, and distant out of it, you can't help but want to love them. I have been so drawn before, but never been blessed or cursed as to put it as you have here. Thank you so much for sharing, Neva. Be blessed...
"The inner deepness of her words
hold on to each cloud,
crying out to the depths
of our bones."
I could feel this in my bones.. Passionate and sad for me.. it makes me feel like I question the "waiting" I do in my own life.. Wonderfully penned Neva...xo
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