Where Darkness Dares Not Speak

I sit among the winds of human souls
where darkness dares not speak
of storms that rock deep anguish
until it becomes
a fire inside you.  
These winds are more complete
when they rest upon my tongue
and get lost inside a dance
crying “let me go”
without use
of a cold attitude.

No fear do I have
of the years gone by,
I barely knew
of their passing.  
It seems as if their value
has been exiled to a corner,
left there
to dream.
So I can sit among the winds
without a single care
crashing in and demanding
I have remorse
for holding back
the years
self-esteem.

Where there is sinister intent
and darkness clouds the sky,
there are moments
when the secrets of the wind
chase the substance
known as peace.
I feel the heat against my body
as I sit among the winds
accepting kisses
on my lips
from years gone by,
exiled............
begging for release.

Author's Note

Artist : tomasz alen kopera

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I think we all at some point feel this volcanic feeling inside as if the world itself is trying to rip our limbs from our bodies. Within our own minds we are capable of finding peace of we simple take a moment. I like the strong details and the use of nature to represent the different emotions of this piece. It makes it strong and solid.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Poetic :)

[Becky C Strukamp]

A very deep poem. "I sit among the winds of lost souls" / "begging for release"

I read it twice! I can really relate to each word. A very masterfully crafted poem of relateable feelings.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

thank you Becky :)

[RachelReaper]

what I got out of this poem was finding yourself, and finding your won unique style of inner beauty, which is what I loved about this! This was beautiful as always.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Rachel :)

[Hawkmoon]

wow! "The wind of human souls" is a great metaphysical concept. Truly an insight into the possibilities... I read a thought several years ago that said that ... because of the way that Gasses like Oxygen and Nitrogen are distributed in the atmosphere, that over time ... in a single breath --- a normal person actually inhales some of the same molecules of Oxygen, transformed over history --- as almost all the other people who ever lived. Brownian motion of gasses, of course may or may not have anything to do with the "Wind of Human Souls" ... but if you consider the fact that the word "Respiration" (breath) goes to "Inspiration" then on to "Spirit" ... then you see the ...SPIR... connection... and who knows!? A very good writing, it starts out very strong but does kind of lose some intensity at some points ... write on!!!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Hawkmoon :)

[Georgiana S]

This piece is far beyond beautiful... I liked the last stanza the most, vivid and elegant words to describe memories lost in time.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Georgiana :)

[Whiskurz]

Beautifully said my friend....and as per usual perfectly written.....Whisk

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you my friend. :)

[The Analog Kid]

Neva,
Very thoughtful and deep. These are the poems you write about the human spirit and I love them.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you, I am so glad you do, inspires me to keep writing. :)

[Tarry Franck]

Love the whole poem but this really reached out & grabbed me:

No fear do I have
of the years gone by,
I barely knew
of their passing.
It seems as if their value
has been exiled to a corner,
left there
to dream.

Thank you for sharing

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Tarry :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Only we can decide our self worth when we stop listening to all the judgments of those who do not understand us.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you D. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Self esteem is the key to happiness for in it comes the true treasure contentment

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Tate :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Always a pleasure to read your fine work. "Darkness dare not speak"...I like that. I wish I could put a sock in the mouth of few darkness mongers myself. But my way is to try to write peace, love, joy, hope, tenderness and innocence. It's how I combat the days of darkness. Wonderful write my friend. Bless.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Fabian :)