I could walk with you through all these words that are foreign...........
You are there beyond what is mentioned when I rise from my chair And predicting the future seems to always end in futility I could walk with you through all these words that are foreign But would I find I was burning in unutterable possibilities
Anticipation you cannot see in my stride when I move vaguely along Plainly oblivious to all the grass growing under my feet You see me breathing slowly and wonder how soon I will fly Into phrases more pleasing than tasting honey is sweet
A temporary distance runs in a curve beyond what is mentioned Your eyes seize the fire from half-truths you can hear Present moment is held in nameless rooms hid in the dark Where you try to read notes I penned for you there
I move vaguely along to plant footsteps that lead to my heart Creating a path to free your own from this distance I am not oblivious to the grasses growing under my feet When I rise from my chair, I am anticipating a change In our existence
creative perfection... and I really mean it when i say that some sentences took my breath away... "I was burning in unutterable possibilities", " You see me breathing slowly and wonder how soon I will fly"... and the last stanza melted my heart away.
beautiful poem and carefully written... I adore the story before all.
Such depth of life.. of experience is breathed out here... confessions and recollections it seems.. Each line is simply filled with imagery that captures heart and soul.
Another heart-felt poem, I felt like this woman was stuck in her chair, afraid to step on the grass, afraid of what awaits her? Her lover is blind to her words, blind to the fact she still cares despite the feelings of being distant?
Grass growing takes a long time my friend. Having a love that is far away is very difficult to manage as the heart is full of wanting to be fulfilled right now in the present. Every time you stand you anticipate change I like that saying maybe for other reason that what was meant in the poem. Another beautiful write about love.
Perfect. You have the ability to craft and weave words to the point where the reader is so immersed within the world you create that it feels like it is an intensley personal piece. Again you have done just that, sparking off emotions as well as thought. Become a Creator. Stunning
Bam! And she does it again. I am always captivated by your words.
This was wonderful Neva. Love the photo.
The last stanza was devine.
I am loving your style girl
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