Capricious waves push at my hands, show how much you mean to me Do you remember how we used to play instead of talk I would dress for my day while you stood with your back turned Considering if you should go ahead and celebrate the details Of a few minutes drawn in chalk
Our eyes look down the road at the reasons we have to be grateful Looking at skid marks left in place from better times While a wisp of smoke considers those heels I wore for you That tore down the walls in our bedroom many nights As the memories filled your mind
Just a little air to breathe was all we needed inside of this our warmth So we would be able to feel the joy of love without labels You stepped back and so did I to sip from the glass of our glow Because we thought routine had taken all control Leaving nothing on our table
I find I cannot breathe the air and this drink has lost its glow Have you forgotten how we used to play Where is that wisp of smoke that remembers me in heels That tore down the walls in our bedroom As we undressed our day
Whew! This is one way to recover that glow.
This poem could raise the eyebrow of a man that has flatlined...
or have women ending up turning into mothers..lol
It should come with a disclaimer..or a waiver to click just to protect you
from a lawsuit. lol.
its great makes me remeber abotu people when they forget what used to be what they used to be for you and now they are only a simple piece of paper that floated a way i love the poem!
splendid writing Neva...just splendid! and you are right indeed, space is good but only with measure - i love that final rhetoric question
"Where is that wisp of smoke that remembers me in heels
That tore down the walls in our bedroom
As we undressed our day"
I saw the picture and the title and I just had to read this! I am a shoe lover as my husband can attest to the forty pairs of shoes that I have...and that was with a thorough overhaul of spring cleaning! LOL But the last stanza had me a little teary eyed as I remember lost loves and the love that we shared..."That tore down the walls in our bedroom as we undressed our day." This was another beautiful piece, Neva! Much love!
Normally I quote my favorite parts but I've hopelessly fallen in love with this poem. As though it were a wise man gray in his wisdom teaching me of patience as he kisses the back of my neck ensuing memories. J'adore
Interesting persona of heels, i can barely wear them ad they will kill my feet first before tearing down any walls LOL but this is so tremendous Neva :)
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