A wind that practiced the religion of picking up pieces of broken hearts and throwing them back down, only to kiss their cries with a stampede of what they cannot understand.
It started with a fire
built with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
Whether it is your fault or my own,
our lives are intertwined
in the flame.
Still, the breath of our moon
carries a message
to us both;
never offer up the slightest wave
of shame.
Calling from the ground is the rain
that found the wind
that blew paper from my hands.
A wind that practiced
the religion of picking up pieces
of broken hearts
and throwing them back down,
only to kiss their cries
with a stampede
of what they cannot understand.
A well thought out plan started out
with a fire built
with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
It is not your fault,
nor is it mine.
If we can we ever stop listening
to the winds
that kiss the cries of our broken hearts,
from the flame, we would come
unentwined.
It started with a fire
built with young leaves
and the ink from my pen.
Whether it is your fault or my own,
our lives are intertwined
in the flame.
These lines carry a weight of meaning for me. It sort of reminisces, in my mind, that first love your speaker has never forgotten, that love that you could almost say was built on mutual personal vanity and childhood romanticisms, yet, the events of that love continued on even though the love may not have; something esoteric and eternal to human understanding. Your second stanza is genius.
Fire, fire, fire ... dangerous and exciting in equal measure. A life without it is unimaginable. So, too, the best writing is like fire, just as you say. It is more than writing as it captures what is inside us. Your poem does exactly that. I esp like: 'The religion of picking up pieces of broken heart' and i love the notion of 'kiss the cries of our broken hearts'. You capture much of what is at the core of how we are in our love hopes, loves, and disappointments.
Dear Neva.
First off let me start, by saying i am amazed by this. You had me wanting to read more and that's what you did. As a fellow writer, i am always trying to find something to write about you know thinking about a certain thing. Like for example hearts that broken, you my firend have so much talent and it is shown throughout your writing. This poem BLEW me away.
Strong statements opening the doors to questions in your poem. Poetry that open doors to questions bring the reader into the poem. Like this poem. No weakness in this poem. Just a good field trip into amazing poetry.
Coyote
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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