Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name

Folded waves savor what now humbles my soul

Last night hangs overhead

The birth of time is felt on my bare arms

I shiver in a paradise of crimson red

Still water has no name beyond my thoughts

All of my wishes are buried in rooms

Unheard guests that sleep on my horizon

Once howled at the silvery moon

All night I have watched what I cannot name

In a garden where soil conceals

What is suddenly blooming only half there

Surface loosens, breath revealed

The issue of days has now salted my fire

Marked its initials on my face

As tracks of tears I wept for blooms

No longer in this place

Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight

Sings the desire of my soul

Stirred watching what I cannot name

Inside of waves that fold

Garden soil delivers and my soul is humbled  

Though weary and down trodden

Blooms return within the folded waves

I see what I’ve forgotten

Author's Note

Art by Phatpuppy - deviantart.com

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

I really loved the artwork above, It's so beautiful. For the briefest fraction of a second, I thought it was a REAL photograph. I really think it matches REALLY well with the poem, which is absolutely BREATHTAKING by the way. :3
Nothing less to expect from you, Neva. Pure delight. I enjoyed reading this.

[MS. BABy]

I loved this photo...and the words to go along with it you draw a picture with ur words...and i love reading these wonderfully bright words in the dread of dying patients.....

[Debby Carlson]

This is absolutely beautiful!!

[Derek S.Keck]

You write with such a grace that makes one bare their heart on their sleeve. I'm sucked into the emotion of your work with so much might, but this one was really powerful and hit a lot of emotional cords. Thank you for this one ( and all of your work!), it was beyond beautiful.

[WatashLegend]

Remembering is quite the humbler when it needs to be, the picture and the poem are both strikingly beautiful

This is amazing. I actually reread the first lines, then the second lines, and so on. I came out with another poem with a slightly different message. Just amazing.

[realmwriter]

this piece is as gorgeous as the painting above it! Wonderful write, very pleasing to eye and ear!

[☯]

A beautiful and wonderfully penned poem. The image at the beginning really represents the poem. The colors, and emotions that condense in your poem. A very lovely and compelling piece. :)

[Clay Feet]

Waves folding into your blooming garden; raise half-blooming memories of half-forgotten. With shivering shimmering arms, red paradise gives the needed light to remember and bloom again the blossoms of your heart's desire. Lady in red dances in delightful movement through her beautiful red blossoms set awave by the endless sea.

Beautiful writing, Neva.

[kevluvtory]

A soulful colaberation of memories and wishes entwined with delicate verse thank you for your sharing...

[Tate Morgan]

Beauty has many times humbled my soul as I at times feel as Quasimodo to the world ."Why wasn't I made from stone"