We confuse what we want with that which drives us away tired and so angry......
True, we bend perhaps because we confuse What we want with that which Drives us away tired and so angry Until we reach the top Of the stairs and glance back Attempting to figure out What was so damn important
It is all the same in a breathless whisper That so often can break The speed limit of confusion
As the fingerprints that mark Those minutes of time Often make it hard to believe We nodded at the opposite corner Where sarcasm annoyed Our release
We round the corner that teaches Us the difference between Watching someone else Living in those fantasy worlds Shake our heads and try to change The past
While all those peculiar moments Come back to haunt us
How can we remain undisturbed When we find ourselves Hoping that when we reach The top of the stairs What continuously drives us away Tired and angry Once again Will hold us hostage
This one is wonderful and written from such an honest place of insight and realization. I enjoyed it top to bottom; the images found on your work add so much depth, and I often look at the pictures with the same interest and intrigue I do your words.
This write bespeaks of a restless spirit, in love with and exasperated with the restlessness. What holds us hostage puts our hands to the keyboard. but then...you know that, don't you, Neva? ;) Merely your usual superb.
I can see why you want and maybe need?? to write fictional prose. This poem is so full of "character." I can feel the person's thoughts and emotions pour out of every stanza. I especially like the ending and the questions that it raises for me.
Around and around we go...heal then wound then taste defeat, or victory, who knows which, meanwhile the damage is done and we hope for a better day and way...who knows if we can truly hold it together...?
Very nicely put. Your words are quite precise...!
This one is wonderful and written from such an honest place of insight and realization. I enjoyed it top to bottom; the images found on your work add so much depth, and I often look at the pictures with the same interest and intrigue I do your words.
Yes, the past does hold us prisoner to a great extent. A deep and reflective perspective you have painted here. As always, brilliant use of imagery and most thought provoking.
how the past does hols us within its grasp...unfortunately the mind is like a hard drive it store everything...we can only click on the moments we wish to reflect upon or try to delete...nice work Neva...
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