Internal Battle

Sometimes I get tired of having so little time
and plainly seeing my surroundings
crying out before the scent of dawn
has bloomed.
Can a single cloud breathe in
all of the warm air
that hails my universe,
removing all reason to wake up,
live life and resume?

I look at fleeing ships
whose sails are full of thunder
and I hear a song
dissolving the wildest parts of me.
Each note dances in the breeze
dropping its own melody
inside my heart
until it becomes the only thing
I hear inside my soul
and I struggle to even
breathe.

Author's Note

just a little rant.........

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Your dark still has a certain softness in it's expression, I think it's because your a passionate woman and it shows through your work.. Now I wouldn't want to make you mad don't get me wrong..but in poetry you still have the magic with the words... ranting with grace and ease..xo

[Muse]

I hope life has not inspired you with a darker pen? No matter how you feel, your words are melodic and praise worthy. xo

[Judas Hammer]

I been there, you have made depression art, something dark you have exposed with your pen. I can relate and I could feel this piece...well done

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Speechless! I agree with Audrey even your rants are beautiful! I believe that sometimes in everybodies life they feel that time is to short to deal with every day life! Excellent ranting!

[Audrey Howitt]

Even your rants are beautifully written!

Beautiful Neva, again, " Each note dances in the breeze dropping its own melody inside my heart" How do I love those words, thank you for sharing such beauty again with us.

[Kenneth The Poet]

A stunning one at that.

[unknown]

We have to make the most of our time, even when we are spending time on the things we don't really want to. Eventually, it will balance itself out because Time is Whatever You Make it :)

[R J Askew]

I know that not enough time feeling. But, as in your poem, the imagination can releases us in some ways. The last line cle be a sense of ecstasy, thought I sense you mean it to be frustartion.

[Kat Collins]

You make even a rant sound beautiful, Neva. I sense the anger, but also wistfulness, the sadness. This brings to mind someone I know whose daughter has only days/hours left to live fighting cancer while simultaneously his wife/her mother is speeding quickly into the depths of dementia. How many precious minutes can he squeeze out of the day to still cherish the ones he loves? Thank you for this....

[EMF]

I've sat here for well over ten minutes, reading and re-reading this. Slowly getting angry, not with you, but whatever has wound you up. Hard to be objective therefore, but tha in its way speaks volumes. You key the reader into your world and feelings, making them Ort of it, rather tahn independant observer. The strength behind each word and phrase is evident from the title to the last full stop.

Phrases like ;
I look at fleeing ships
whose sails are full of thunder
and I hear a song
are powerful and memorable, offering threat, passion and promise. Contrasts left right and centre.
Wonderful my friend. Thank you for posting your little rant.