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.
This poem made me feel as if the walls were closing in on me. I don't know if it was a straight jacket or handcuffs and shackles on me, but I felt as if I was struggling to get free. I wanted to take a leap of faith and just fall in to love, but something was holding me back...even though it seemed completely possible.
A most artistic and creative piece Neva. I've missed the opportunities to enjoy your writings for too long. You never fail to captivate and enthrall your audience with words.
I agree with Rene Velez, you seem to have a trademark, your writings are always art in ink, always enjoy your writings Neva...
I could walk with you through all these words that are foreign
But would I find I was burning in unutterable possibilities
Love it!
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.
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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