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.

[Rossen]

Flows from your heart to mine, a pleasure to read and read again Neva~
true blue poetry...

[unknown]

Sometimes the good things you can't name....a mystery that lives....wonderful poem :)

[Lily Mae]

I have to agree with what's being said.. The words and the picture together are so powerful.. It's like for a moment I feel like it me standing there living out your words.. This hits home to the heart...always changing...looking for rebirth...for the things we have forgotten...xx

[silentpoet]

wish i were standing in that portrait...so beautiful as your words..lovely poem neva

[Jibey]

A poem of nostalgia and also of renewal... blooming again

[Celeste21]

Mesmerizing piece, captivating image. One cannot look at that picture and wish she were there in it's magic. The poem allowed us to live vicariously in it. These specific lines spoke to me:

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

Soil concealing beauty,a sigh of relief once exposed and birthed from the earth. Wonderful.

[Pebbles]

My garden is making me feel this way right now as flowers bloom and go over others come to replace the space in which they lie .... so much better than when everything is barren in winter ... the line i loved most in this was : I shiver in a paradise of crimson red
xx

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Imagery is brilliant as always.
I love a good story of redemption.
This poem gives me hope.

[joshua deathdealer]

Awesome as always Neva. I really like the third stanza. I have a garden so it really made a lot of sense to me. Beautiful work dear.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A little mystery in life helps keep it interesting and keeps us motivated to explore... your poem is a delightful compliment to the picture.