Dust Gathering on My Rhymes

I am suspended in a time that is lost

in the laughter

flowing from my lips.

And no one ever told me,

there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground

and burning

from the memories I keep.

Still, my Muse sings a lullaby

while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard

of my heart

and go up in smoke inside my head.

I can't control

a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink

where there's no risk

of living outside this time.

I can feel dust gathering...

on my rhymes.

Author's Note

Artist : Renso Castaneda

Reviews

[rivers]

metaphorical sleights of hand
dry onto the empty sheet of paper
as traces of past now’s…

miles of written reverie spun
like a spider reprocessing,
carefully savoring,
each fine silk thread of web
spinning the intricate "womb of time"...

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Harlon :)

[Night]

Beautiful Neva....I loved this one...I know this place...=)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you so much Night ;)

[disheveledApathy]

A beautiful maze of a poem.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you, many of mine are mazes. The reason my given Indian name is deepwaters. ;)

[Pax]

I breathe in and feel the touch of your words my friend... from thoughts to past, future and now... sparks of beauty in reflection. Great work!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Pax :)

[Art Sun]

Nicely written poem Neva...there are so many thoughts that are gathered within ink...you take the reader into the time frame of life, memories, reflection, and emotion all bottled into a flavorful drink of yours...one can escape, but we eventually come home...nice....

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Art, good to see your face and the face of your lovely soulmate on my pages again.

[Lover Of Words]

Ive enjoyed reading your work... Its all spectaular...Lovely

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Kelsey :)

[Lover Of Words]

My pleasure :)

[Lily Mae]

That last stanza hit me ... to choose to stay inside the ink where there is no risk.. very powerful Neva.. I so have felt that but never in such a poetic way...xo And so the dust settles.. sigh.. you amaze me..xo

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Lily Mae, you always understand me unlike some people. xooxo

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Read like writer's block perhaps? Nicely penned

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

No

[Acer]

Paper flowers litter the floorboard
of my heart
and go up in smoke inside my head.
I can't control
a single breath ahead......

nice lines, another great poem is done by you indeed. It's a new flash. loved your wording's & pic. as well as usual. well written.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank ou Acer :)

[Acer]

My pleasure :*)

[Sami Khalil]

burning



from the memories I keep.



Still, my Muse sings a lullaby



while my destiny weeps.
I love those lines dear poetess .
As always well penned...:)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Sami ;)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[quinfinn]

i don't see any danger of dust "gathering" on your light in the foreseeable future. i felt this one to my very core, and that muse is right inside your heart and serving you very well. i never see the same thing twice in your writes, Neva, hell...i even see some repetition in my own, but maybe that is because i am too close to them. another stellar piece of prose, masterfully penned and.....i love this artwork!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thanks QF :) X