Words Have Eyes That Sing

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

Author's Note

Artist Roger Suraud - http://bestbookmarks.net/art/roger-suraud-paintings-part-2

Reviews

[Maya Storm]

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.

[brenda]

its beaautiful ! like always !:)

[Kenneth The Poet]

I love the last stanza. I've come to the conclusion that every poet illuminates truth and reality and nature of Poetry itself in their own unique way, and you did it here. The last stanza reminds of the Bible verse, "Eyes cannot see, ears cannot hear..." and how it is applied to your particular poetic context. I may not understand every poem you ever write, but you keep doing it anyway. I like this one very much.

[Laura Hegfield]

"Still breathe without giving out a subtle handful of their soul
Each time a word calls out to be painted in a refrain"

Gorgeous Neva!!!!

[Jibey]

I sometimes wish I had a muse that danced withint me so strongly as yours... but mine comes and goes... but I love the way your soul finds its way out into your words... and I love that I can caress those words in my heart

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Another awesome write, word play is marvellous:)

Yas

[Ruth]

Now that is absolutely blissful! Cannot turn away from those emotions..so purge and collect them onto paper until the self has been sacrificed a little....cleansed...beautiful!
xx

[Richielee]

i especially liked the third stanza.i can't really add to what the previos commenters said so lets just say its exquisitely written

[EMF]

Beauty does seen to go hand in hand with your work. This is another beautiful poem. So well crafted and shaped it flows like water over sculpture. But I actually found a question mark. A wee niggle.
...until I become dust.....in the ground.
Is that a typo?
But I can't praise this highly enough. Straight into library

[Dream Weaver]

The last stanza was the kicker for me...
deeply rooted in your beliefs letting
the pen flow with great diction till you
are no more...Beautiful piece Neva xx

[Sher{alynn} Veron{ica}]

Voila, Bella, Encore!!! We stand on common ground.