Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass...........
Do you turn away from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion Never wondering if you could drown in your imagination Without understanding all the poetry that dances in your heart Warming words of choice, in your tongue of fascination
Do your hours exist in a sky familiar with moments such as these Is there nowhere to look for heaven free of possession Where words do not cry out to be contemplated by your pen To become lovely music giving light to your obsession
Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass And remove this flowing ink that runs within their veins Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain
I cannot turn from eyes that sing on nights filled with emotion My heaven is this possession in which I freely drown You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground
Wow I live with a person, who I know is living this piece right here... Every word every line.
I can understand being obsessed with your art. If that level of passion is not there then is it really worth it?
Opening your heart and mind each day and putting your feeling and thoughts into things... into words... this is what makes you wake up in the morning it's what drives you... I completely understand your ending.... to write until you die :) well said beginning to end.
Yes it is difficult to fathom the thoughts that run deep in your mind...or to escalate the heights that it soars to between these 16 lines of 4 verses you compose.
But we appreciate the time taken to do what you do best.
LOVE the title, Neva! The poem is, as usual, very nicely written, the pacing is perfect, made it fun to read! I like the word play you used too! Great job!
Then all I can say is then drowned the whole world in ink, for the passion of the written word knows not the bounds of man only the heights of imagination, show in each quill stroke the love to be found in simply living a life of utter freedom, where all we are and want to be is there within each comma and full stop. Loved the honest and inspiring poem, keep em' coming
Your enjoyment of your craft and your passion for it come across well in this piece Neva. The final verse being aimed as a straightforward statement of fact works well.
Before I started reading the poem, I loved the title. Seriously, I read a poem earlier this week and thought wow words could move you so much and I couldn't find the right words to describe my feeling so that's what your title did! :)
I also loved the poem especially this part:
"You may not understand the poetry dancing in my heart
Still I will write, until I become dust, in the ground"
artisticly capturing Neva...deep with that emotional grasp...and filled with inspiration of those who are driven, and enveloped within poetry and all it entails... truly exceptional work...
Positive notes at the end makes the poem very meaningful. It signifies a strong commitment, a feeling well redeemed. As usual a good piece of poetry from a sweet and experienced poet.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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