My senses wonder how to find peace
among company not familiar
with the lightest touch.
My senses wonder how to find peace among company not familiar with the lightest touch. Even though I have written down everything of which I dream. My words are not heralded by the new age the same because a pebble means more to them than a beautiful sunset's beams.
The youngest seem to rise inside the walls with no names, disguised as sparkling diamonds known as hope. I must beware of their winds as they can overwhelm the very air I cradle and for which I fight. Or, I may find my Heaven has become absent and that I have given up everything I know to be right.
I could look straight through the glass and hear the strangest voices ever from my reality. And, I would want to know what lies at the bottom, posing as flowers for my hair. Still, I find there are wrinkles in my climate painted on the panes of life, numbed by “I don't care”.
If I tried to escape or perhaps fight for what I believe, would I be considered shallow? Could I still feel the appeal of peace or would I want to cover my heart in sleep? So, I watch the schemes of those not familiar with the lightest touch then watch them drink the wine of what they reap.
You may be expressing the changes you see and feel in life but I must first state that your evocative writing is constant as the dawn each day. I have written on these WC pages many times that you are one of the finest writers here. Neva, I think I understand everything you are expressing here. While in the transition of the past year, I have said I don’t care countless times and finally just felt like I may be in danger of giving up. After unpublishing over a hundred pieces and then writing another hundred poems that were never published here I said to myself again… "I don't care" “Understand this moment has come to just write what you feel… don’t ever let anyone say what you feel is wrong”…
My words are not heralded
by the new age the same
because a pebble
means more to them
than a beautiful sunset's beams.
wow. sunset beams are beautiful - but transient. Get a pebble in your shoe and its there for ever. I like sunsets - but I like pebbles too. Many times in my life I have collected them. This poem on the surface is heartfelt and resonant -but for me it struck a nerve close to the bone. just superimposing my own situation here at the cafe. Six years of writing - watching those sunsets come and go - and still combing the ground for pebbles. Let them drink the wine of what they reap - words to live by.
I would wait an eternity for you to release words from deep inside, and every moment would be worth it. You have a special quality to your words and if I may, they are more than words, perhaps letterd feelings cast about the page in vibrant arrangements to rest upon our minds, in blooms, fragrant and free. This is beautiful as is all I have read from you. Thank you.
It's painful when we watch our values and tastes in literature and life slowly die out and fade away . . . it makes quitters among the best of us. I must confess I have committed the sin of "I don't care"; it makes my mind closed to the world. I have to open it back up with fresh literature, every day
Wow, so much being said here. "I don't care", is a great defense mechanism so that she doesn't have to feel hurt or sadden by the fact that reality kind of sucks. Then at the end she steps back almost like saying, OK, I'm just going to watch. No stakes in the outcome. Really enjoyed it.
Oh Neva, one of your best hon! This speaks volumes...
That "pebbble" is often viewed as what is important and for sure, a pebble can cause a ripple, a ripple can swell and cause a flow but always of small proportion, however, the "sunset's beams"...well...that is where we find purity, enough rebirth to chase demons away...the whole picture so to speak...keep seeking and sharing light, all we can do, excellent piece!
xox
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