I wonder if they have folded their hearts'
around an ache
no one is able to see.
Some try to convince themselves, this is the rarest of sensations as they walk along the edges of a place where their name is whispered by a spring that flows love to all. Still, we wonder if it takes a truly perfect heart beating softly inside of a self-built cocoon to be inspired, hear the call.
Does nightfall build the pressure felt of those who fall until they lower their expectations find they are climbing mountains hoping to catch the silvery moon? Is it not obvious that these hearts will travel fearlessly always bowing their heads and closing their eyes, in hope true love will blossom soon.
I wonder if they have folded their hearts' around an ache no one is able to see. Or if this is only the beginning of recognizing myself in their mirror. This rare sensation I feel walking along the same edge is merely erasing each step fearlessly taken. The silvery moon has not.... grown any nearer.
Yet, it has not grown any farther either. Each step we take leads us to our destiny, whether it be to grasp the moon or fall deeply into the throws of true love, we walk. Often the ledge is narrow and at times a bit scary, but listen to your heart, hear that spring whispering your name and you will find that reaching the moon becomes a much easier task. Very though provoking and beautiful.
Hardly ever recognize in other individuals what virtues I may possess; almost always, it is my faults I see reflected.
Either I am person of very low character, or I associate with too many such people.
In any event, Neva, this piece is wise, beautifully composed art.
I feel that I am always reaching out for something in my life.. at certain points. ..you tend to feel alone or wonder if anyone knows or cares what your trying to accomplish.. victory is always good.
Yes, truly mesmerizing. It truly casts a spell on the read and draws them in with its beauty
It has a very beautiful and powerful message that I can relate to as well.
Most poetry I read I don't like, but yours has all the honesty that poetry needs and none of the frills that it doesn't. Women are probably better poets than men, because they're more introspective and don't try to impress as much.
I am at a critical point in my career, and I am so full of fear for the uncertainties of a risky climb. Its holding me back from continuing the pursuit. I can choose the safety of the dull valley that I am already in, over a 'foolish' pursuit for the silvery moon which hasn't ever "grown any nearer". That's how I relate to the poem in my personal context. Absolutely wonderful creation.
Stepping through cool creek water
the best recipe for morning coffee,
perfect for knocking down the frothy foams eruption
Cool creek water, never the same, flowing
like you, flowing ,moving energy,
hand holds,busted behind you
well placed mule kicks
chalk on the rock now
luminescent crumbs in the moons glow
Grettle's trail,the serpent gains the blame
accepts it
The next will be super heroes of comic proportions.
Is it not obvious that these hearts
will travel fearlessly
always bowing their heads
and closing their eyes,
in hope true love
will blossom soon.
The silvery moon
has not....
grown any nearer.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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