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”…
This first thing I read of yours I found so intensely evocative and poignant it started me along so many lines. Surely this is our true calling as writers.
I agree with your forecast here Neva. It seems that sensitivity has become a joke to the majority. It is not so with master poets however. Attention to detail has been cast out the window in preference to texting lingo. When did we learn how to communicate without actually speaking? Is that what we want for our children, for everything to be a shallow insensitive joke? It is a sad trend to say the least. You are a brilliant observer. Thank you for writing this.
I've experienced many stories of self discovery, but this journey including the difficulties of staying on the right course is touching. You always pour your heart into everything you create. The bond you create with the reader is truly special.
there are so many emotions dripping in this write... i feel every bit of showering sadness... and the heart bit of wisdom in it... a stunning poem my friend!!!
Well, it's been awhile since I've read you and I'm glad I am back to. This does have a heavy and melancholy sense to it, but you raise some good points. It's been mirroring my emotions recently. Though this is a little out of character for you, I would say it's among your best. Whatever you have to say, we will always listen. :)
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”…
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