Left to Our Own Hands

We sought the faces of solitude
 when the choice to battle
 became our fate
until we became weary
 of its demands.
 Our blood passed away into
 the understanding of the guardians,
 who never left us alone
 to our own hands.

Shadows swept into our borders,
 holding a thousand
 lonely caresses,
confessing patience and forgiveness
 as regrets that stood alone.
 Still, our hands sifted
 through the golden sand
crying for the ocean
we call home.

The sound of breaking hearts
was heard in the wind,
creating rivers of blame to fill with tears.
  Until a door was shut on daybreak
 creating a sigh to glide
throughout the sweetness
that touched
upon our years.

Once again, we seek the faces of solitude
 as chaos climbs the steps
 of our tear-filled lands.
 I wonder
 if our blood will continue
 to pass away into understanding,
 if we are left
to our own hands?

Author's Note

Image : la_rosa_perlata_by_rosasinmas-d3byz07

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so vibrantly stunning... the words seem to breathe out stirring shadows and that dance in the darkness. Here one senses the desperation of humanity... clinging and longing and bringing about a river of hopelessness. May we learn to listen to the voices of peace in solitude and turn the tide.

[Aidz]

Faces of solitude certainly painted a myriad of images for me and thought......

Wonderful Neva

[Coyote Poetry]

I listen to a song John Denver "Peace". A simple poem read by a good man. If no-one stand for the right things. Bad things will win.
"Our blood passed away into
the understanding of the guardians,
who never left us alone
to our own hands."
This poem had so many strong statements that are true for the cattle of this world. The ending left a open wound. We have choices. To fight and stand for peace and good. Or be part of the blood and the chaos. Thank you for a amazing poem. Made me think.
Coyote

[unknown]

Solitude is where I go when I want to be left into own my hands to ponder, but I always hope a visitor will pass by :)

[OT]

you find brilliant pictures! love the descriptives throughout - " when the choice to battle
became our fate" - nice!

[WindSong]

This is a very beautiful poem written with soft and tender thoughts. It is very brilliantly constructed with a gentleness to the heart and soul, which I very much enjoyed reading!

[EMF]

Sad, but still beautiful. The richness of the words, their sensuality to speak, drawing the pain of conflict and attrition. Just as the wearing of the ocean. Perfect. What more did I expect?

[∂αʌ<..]

i noticed you added a touch of the sea in your recent poems Neva...perhaps, a personal touch, but i love it!
and its definitely a sad poem...many read-between-the-lines messages...such as the invisible battle to keep the loved one...beautiful!

[Mike Winegar]

A poem of great longing. Loved it.

[Tate Morgan]

Very nice neva