Raining On the Fields

You linger in love letters and sleep deeply within souls
Often, observed in the look in one's eyes
Those windows where shadows hold time will reveal
Spirits of feelings, nameless and faceless
Yet, not to be denied

You rain on the fields of a forgotten melody so sweet
As soft feathers from a time standing still
Dancing on the toes of the soul, you sleep within
Kept alive in the touch of a teardrop's salt
As master of all will

You hide quickly away within the warmth of a smile
While your sweet music continues to play
To be held as an unforgotten scent within a soul
Whose eyes have pulled down the shades
On those feelings today

Author's Note

I wrote this piece regarding fresh feelings of pain I discovered hidden inside about the death of my husband.

Reviews

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

i thought this was so beautifully written the first time i read it, i head to come back and read it again. even more so now that i read your author's note. but there will always be reminders of those who have left us... in love letters, in rain, in music... but you have expressed it here so perfectly, it is truly a mix of sadness and yet beauty.

[Judy Ponceby]

Sooo well done, Neva. You impart deep feelings...

[SpokenWord]

People who are close to us imprint on us and even if they are not on our waken minds every second they are still in us and we rediscover them rather through a thought, a memory, a touch, especially a scent that all can remind us of them, of our feelings for them and feelings of loss. Though the fresh feeling is pain it still was conveyed by you with great thoughts of him and your words, the meaning and the message are all beautiful even though they originate from pain. Your poem represents all that I love about poetry, it is beautiful and a great write.