Where Water Forgives the Same

We travel where water forgives the same as our aching hearts
In winds where most everything can drift away
Into soothing emotions that sing softly against our skin
As the years brush against harsh words
Colored in disarray

When we eagerly turn our faces to where the sun does shine
Like flowers our hearts will bloom unexpectedly
With strong stems planted deeply within balanced ground
We can cast aside harsh words that rest
On waves of misery

Our world contains many boundaries people cross as they may
Often they cannot even see where these lines begin
We must remember no matter the color of harsh words
If our faces are turned to light and balance
Disarray may cross but not win

Reviews

[Abdul Aziz]

Amazing. I can't believe I'm reading poetry of optimism online :) Too often people let their sad emotions dictate the flow of their creativity, and this because it is easier. Writing a poem that makes others feel happy requires loads of talent. And since you're one of the most talented poets I've ever had the pleasure to read, I can safely say that this poem is exquisite. I like how you convey such deep meaning with normal vocabulary. That is really difficult. I love this poem, and this is going into my favorites!

[Sukriti Suki]

I absolutely loved this one..it is inspiring on a very subtle note but makes a big impact. One of my favs.

[Groovy]

Beautiful poem.....and each line flows like a breath of fresh lively SPRING

[fargone]

so expressive neva. ur words always contain messages and open secrets which intrigue the reader. as always, wonderfully written. :)

[LA Lorena]

very nicely done. a most positive and motivating write.

[emmajoy]

'Words are the makers of dreams and death' .. someone wrote. Your poem gently yet somehow firmly reminds us of their power, the pain they can cause .. and yes, years, they can paint years in coloured in disarray. 'Tis quite beautiful to turn one's face to light and balance ..

[Ed Hart]

yes, the harsh words have to go; nothing begins until then

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Restless waters may disturb the peace we feel, but we wash them away with the gentle waves of friendship. Excellent poem my friend.

[Jibey]

A pleasingly positive write, with hope and light ahead

[FJ Davis]

Baptismal waters in a land of Zen-like transcendence. Not exactly roses-are-red. Neva, you are a woman of mystery.