Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor crying with no beginning and no end.
Walking down a hall of splendor, simplicity smiles from the edges fragilely. My eyes are enchanted by empty hearts, gliding to transform their fates, aflame in all their need.
Closing in are hands from years falling through the comforts, I know nothing of. Quickly clouding my field of vision, I see what I cannot dream of ever promising in any sound of love.
Fires burn and invitingly wake me to stand visible to all aching hearts. Yet I cannot see what they seek to win. Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor crying with no beginning and no end.
I set out to write all that I am and found in time I had penned a tale that left footprints on the souls of those who had looked into the flickering fire of my heart, thinking they knew me well.
the last stanza is amazing. It is strong and bold. Footprints on the soul I love the way you worded that. You poems always cause me to think and I have to go back and reread a few stanzas because it made me drift off into my own thoughts. You have such stunning imagery and beautiful tales in your poems. Walking through the halls with splendor...what is more grand than that. I love the visual of that line.
You certainly have a deep connection with writing, but mostly, with life. In this, I can see the wandering that all humans do, but to capture it, as you have done, is what all us writers strive to do and hopefully accomplish. And there are a million ways to portray the complexities of humanity. This is certainly one of them. Beautiful piece.
Neva, Neva, Neva,
Awesome piece girl
"I set out to write all that I am
and found in time I had penned a tale
that left footprints on the souls
of those who had looked into the flickering fire
of my heart, thinking they knew me well."
Sometimes in reading your work, I find myself reading over the piece a few times, not that I didnt get it the first time, just that it was so wonderful. Your poems always leave me thinking, very thought provoking stuff.
"My eyes are enchanted by empty hearts" sets a particularly striking tone: of a heart so full it remains so in a starker ambience.
There is a steady-state devotional ardor to this piece that is divine. The all-embracing Heart IS the Fire. The Heart-Mind of God wonders what these hungry souls seek, since IT is ALL. The last line whispers this oneness of poet and Spirit.
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