Each measure is divided by a heartbeat..............
So many days she waited in the low light collecting rain That by itself represented what you could not see Changing the world of distant shadows With fingers that have written Threads of destiny
Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun From those woodlands of her dreams Where a raging fire in her soul Only just begun
She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine With no expectation that she would be admired Knowing she was a just a kiss of worship Who carried her fleeting mist In her heart’s desire
A song of meditation now lies where she once stood Collecting rain there in the low light so patiently Each measure is divided by a heartbeat And is rewritten every day As our destiny
What I found intriguing was the footnote to these beautiful words... " Finding hope and optimism once again...."
yet these words
"Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun"
It's like she is drawing it all to divest outside herself, she can't use it but others can...
And then...
"She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired"
Still she is waiting, anticipating....
Until the end, then it all makes sense
Beautiful Neva, stunning beyond belief! This left me with that small catch in my breath, you know, when you've continued to breath in and in and then you can finally let it go...
the sun as the night, hope has destiny and optimism has thought man has woman and woman has man or do they? So they both wait, or, she waits, great write
Posted 13 Years Ago
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I like this. Yes hope is profound and ever longing. I must say the final stanza seems almost to force an ending when the poem wants to go on.
Another Masterpiece
and I'm not just throwing that word around frivolously ....
There's not a word, a line, a stanza that isn't perfect as it stands
you have such a tremendous (uncanny actually) ability to make an entire poem memorable...
Great, Great Write, Neva
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