To one who's name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck...............
To one who's name is written in the faint perfume upon my neck Your hands gently tend my landscape with their caress Each and every flower, you gracefully bedeck In the richest warmth of your undress
You move your morning breezes into the darkness of my night Until I no longer know the season or present year Time is of no essence within my sight Of warmth or cold, I have no fear
To one who's name is written on every single line of my heart In your ink flowing from the radiance of our eternal sun Your hands tend my landscape in a world apart Marked on a calendar of none
The cares of life, waft into silent pieces as they come to light When your morning breeze moves upon my flowers Each one you tend with your hand's sight Forgets these cares of ours
To one who's name is written in my eyes as my master gardener My flowers will always seek the ink flowing from our sun My landscape will be your garden harbor From your breezes, I will never run
Neva, you have a way with sensualness that is awe inspiring love! This is truly epic! No faults, no tide I could not swim to read this! That is how beautiful your work is to me love!
The person who has bestowed such emotion would only dream of reading such sentiment back!
Not only is there immersion in that here but the metaphor used for it is simply divine!
xx
I approach spoken word poetry differently than literary poetry. The media difference is profound. This poem works well in both media but clearly it is superior as a spoken word piece. The tone of your voice, the sincerity of the mood carries us along. From the evident love, the words are more easily digested. Thank you!
You're unbelievable...I am in awe at how you just produce one after another great poem.
Neva you are a true artist...
and have an uncanny way of using language and expressing what we have all felt or thought...
Your artwork is always right on...I look forward to reading the next...
allen
Wow this flows perfectly! All of your work is gorgeous, but this poem really is beautifully and gently written. The rhymes are exquisite and this is so expressive. I love it!
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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