Walking the halls pressed against a smile that say’s I am sorry............
The wind moves over understanding,
enjoying its time away
from tears,
feels whole again.
Sleep, I am sure, sets sail
with a stranger,
breaks the mold
enveloping your pillow,
takes away pain.
Colors give you a taste of brightness
that eternity goes through
when it blushes
at its own progress.
While forever struggles
with patience
and touches upon fruit,
thought of undressed.
Cold water comes near,
turns round and round
graciousness,
extending the waves
of grace’s touch.
Walking the halls
pressed against a smile
that says I am sorry,
no one notices
quite so much.
Long, long after our experiences
caress the light
we have given time,
they are unfolded,
carried away.
Insistence shatters
the mirror to nowhere,
sends winds of understanding,
my way.
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This is such a touching peace of the heart. Somtimes it is beter just to "be" and feel your way and just embrace all aspects arround you, while you feel your own inner breath, and heartbeat, who always guide you.. I loved every word. Neva. I feel your native roots and visions within your poetry ;)
This poem is like breaking the spell that keeps us from being the free spirits we were born to be. The ending made me feel not so trapped inside my own body anymore. You balanced my inner and outer man. Exquisite work.
I love the fact that with the shattering mirror..winds of understanding come her way.. Sometimes that is exactly how it works :) Another beautiful and amazing write..xo
This has a tranquility about it, like soft feathers slowling falling, pillow feathers, in slow motion in the murky light. It felt ethereal and almost ghostly, as if the words were unimportant, but the feeling beneath was almost psychic.
In particular, the 2nd and last stanza were very fine.
It took me a few times to get a sense of what you wanted to say.. but once I found the meaning, it spoke to me, and left me with a sense of longing, perhaps even a little bit of resolve, even in sadness.
This is such a touching peace of the heart. Somtimes it is beter just to "be" and feel your way and just embrace all aspects arround you, while you feel your own inner breath, and heartbeat, who always guide you.. I loved every word. Neva. I feel your native roots and visions within your poetry ;)
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