Shadow of Tears

Shadow of Tears

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
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Smiling at the hands on the Clock of Emptiness, stuck in place.........

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Have you ever found yourself  quivering
outside of lines
stained
by what you thought was a love story?
Wondering
if you will be swallowed whole
by the window you sit and stare out,
in love's well meaning glory.

Beneath passion  blowing through the door
visiting your mind
like those little things
filled with a warmth
you have wanted
for so long.
Often, you find life
is at its happiest inside your dreams,
where nothing's wrong.

Sometimes in the middle of the night  
you want to be
a never-ending flow of love
smiling at the hands
on the Clock of Emptiness,
stuck in place.  
However, time melts into years
until starlight becomes well versed
at hiding the shadow of tears
on your face.

© 2012 Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm


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Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Photography by Rosie Hardy

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Pax
To many to beautiful imagery to quote… a stunning poem!!
A sad loneliness for someone is waiting and dreaming of pure true love…
Yes! Dreams is always a joy.. they never disappoints us…
and it always brings strength within us to hope
that everything will come to its place in a balance..
Stunning poem my friend…


Posted 11 Years Ago


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Beautiful poem, first stanza is stunning. 'Clock of Emptiness' is a wonderful construction. If I absolutely must be critical, I think the very last line of every stanza is somewhat superfluous and takes away some of the natural punctuation of the piece. I also suggest playing with line breaks and punctuation a bit more. But really I'm just nitpicking, it's a gorgeous poem. Bravo!

Posted 11 Years Ago


beautifully composed....every word stands so true and meaningful too.

Posted 11 Years Ago


very nice

Posted 11 Years Ago


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That first stanza captures so much of the human condition it's amazing. I immediately connected with that, and felt the hint of a sting in my heart. You words are powerful and stand the test of time- wel done.

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Posted 11 Years Ago


"Have you ever found yourself quivering
outside of lines
stained
by what you thought was a love story?"

Who has never felt that sting? That inescapable pain that keeps you motionless, frozen in your mind that told you that this love was real? That this time you had found something eternal? Beautifully written, capturing the essence of a broken heart.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I enjoyed reading your poem, it's very evocative

Posted 11 Years Ago


A very enchanting poem, one that allows oneself to picture themselves in such imagery. Lovely Poem!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

An amazing addition to the site, beautiful and captivating. Great writing. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your poetry always tugs at the strings of my heart, right down into the strands of my DNA. so beautifully expressed and masterfully composed. Neva, you have a place in my heart, always. excellent!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is absolutly beautiful!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on November 26, 2012
Last Updated on November 26, 2012
Tags: tears, shadows, love, betrayal, disallusion

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Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm

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Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..

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