Questions run in lines of ink until silence deafens what is complete.........
Perhaps new colors and a pocketful of delight is what you wish for When the only thing you would do is tear them to pieces Slowly but surely you simply drink up your dreams As they stand up before you questioning Your thirsty heart’s seams
You ask me to put the light of our sun on the vines of your life Then cry when the mist on their leaves becomes dry So while we debate whether to open doors What we ignore now becomes huge Yet we still wonder why
Questions run in lines of ink until silence deafens what is complete Because no sooner are they composed, you surrender Wondering if you tried your best to know If chaos could be trusted at all With a heart so tender
This is what remains when your heart forgets an unspoken kindness A faint murmur that can hold much more than you realize It is always ready to give your thirsty heart a drink When debating whether to open doors To those lines of ink
Such sad, gentle wistfulness Neva, and such resonance for me.
I read so many of your poems, and often they make me uneasy that I might do some of the careless or thoughtless things you can touch upon...Your poems make me think hard I guess.
I am trying to get through a biiiig pile of read requests, taking me a while but there are such treasures here :o)
Such sad, gentle wistfulness Neva, and such resonance for me.
I read so many of your poems, and often they make me uneasy that I might do some of the careless or thoughtless things you can touch upon...Your poems make me think hard I guess.
I am trying to get through a biiiig pile of read requests, taking me a while but there are such treasures here :o)
Reminds me of give and take.. one gives all, the other continues to take but gives nothing back in return. Sadly, this happens all too often. Leaves only pain and despair behind. Beautiful imagery, excellently constructed. I really love how this poem flows, Neva. Definitely a favorite.
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