Burning Letters I Never Wrote

Keeping please and thank you
within the answers held far
from talking eyes.
Is a burst of air splashing casually
from the pages of a book,
waltzing into sighs.

I just saw indignation
standing out in a thin smile again.
Emotionless laughter is at my door
with another sign, still and pausing
when night has entered
silently my friend.

On one side little boxes full of hope
grow bigger as they sit.
Yet, misting gently in the distance
comes the morning
instinctively they grow smaller
then they quit.  

I do not know where I should be walking
or if I should mention what I see.
When uncertainty brings a little chill
hardens this soft heart
I carry
here inside of me.

You may hear stones from the ground
drinking the truth from my hands.
But not, if you still have
an axe to grind
stupidities pipe to smoke
at your command.

Listen to the cries of no, no, no
breathing inside all human souls.
Close your eyes and pretend
you are in Disneyland
burning every letter I sent you
but never wrote.

Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
running through your head.  
The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant, but never
quite said.

Author's Note

I have no clue...............

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

If you have no clue then we are doomed!! It seems like this is about someone who couldn't fully commit to one and couldn't actually admit they didn't want it all so they pretended to walk the walk and talk the talk for as long as they could and as always they were busted and found guilty of never caring. Just my two cents woth of flesh and blood.

[Audrey Howitt]

It seems like a pretty angry write to me--someone who can't commit--for me this last part is what the whole poem is about-- (and beautifully done as always!)

The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant, but never
quite said.

[Shep]

I think I have been on a date like this, let me grab my pipe. Hmmm. Yes I have when she walked out that door. Ouch.

[Jools]

The heart speaks within the flow of your writing and often we need not express it further in the author's notes.
A wonderful poem of what the heart knows but the mind does not want to show outwardly.

[Birdman313]

I realy like your poems you are excellent as a poet thanks for sharing with me

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A promised state of being are pressed between fantasy and reality here, that tense time of commited indulgence between teo people and the reality of never bearing fruit, well penned Neva, a great read.

[Garfield Rupe]

Actually I think you do have a clue. It's pretty clear that the message of this poem is that many people for whatever reason seem to live in a world all their own. Whatever the reason or reasons might be. The last 2 Stanzas speak volumes

Listen to the cries of no,no no
breathing inside all human souls.
Close your eyes and pretend
you are in Disneyland
burning every letter I sent you
but never wrote.

Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
running through your head.
The poison from your mouth
will empty out into all the goodbyes
you meant,but never
quite said

[Lily Mae]

It's got me thinking of all the letters I've stopped myself from writing lately.. and thank God..lol.. Sometimes in waiting for the ax to fall we become the expert in axing :) Get it over quick...thank God my ax is dull lol..xx

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

I love the it... each stanza for me has a meaning itself, on the whole is a great poem, excellent :)

[WynterPhoenix]

This is an amazing write. The last stanza is my favorite.