Softly murmuring in lines of ink across the page.................
Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle burning Fear and suspicion caress the flame Invisible hands of time lay at rest and waiting Softly murmuring in lines of ink Across the page
The sound of scars echo in the whisper of darkness Breathing in the essence of the flame While time rolls words in the crystal ink of pain Upon the pages of the heart That still remains
Experience fades to colors that whisper in the darkness Softly playing with edges of the flame As time slowly spreads the ink across the pages Of an existence eagerly awaiting To live again
Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle waiting Within a heart held prisoner by a mind Caressed by the scars of fear and suspicion So deeply engraved by invisible Hands of time
wonderfully chosen words penned just perfectly..suggesting that something else be added or changed..you know Me always wanting to improve...
anyways..
Underneath a whisper of darkness, lies a candle burning
Fear and suspicion caress the flame
Invisible hands of time lay at rest and waiting
Softly murmuring in lines of ink
Across the page
The sound of scars echo in the whisper of darkness
Breathing in the essence of the flame
While time watches words on the pen
slide resolutely down it's shaft
Spreading the crystal ink of pain
Upon the pages of the heart
That still remains..
I have often read books, seen films or plays that draw me into the encapsulated universe so fully that I forget I am an observer. This poem, along with all of yours does just that. You cannot help but feel the strength of emotion, the pain, the hope. One cannot hope for better.
I've never been normal but I felt while reading this that the words..the colors..the paint was making love to the flame.. Feeding it, igniting it..all being held underneath in the whisper.. God Neva..if anyone knew what was underneath my whisper it would be well interesting to say the least... ;) xxx Excellent write..xx
There is a lot going on under the surface here. The pain deep inside
seems to fight against time when time should heal. Those healing powers
sometimes, just cant keep up with the wounds that collect. This poem
gave me a lot to think about. Bravo!
I love the third stanza. This poem is beautifully sad with emotions poured out into each line. It is like reading a thought that is passing through a persons mind.
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