I have always known that anguish is felt by beating hearts when everything carried on their cufflinks silently cries not to be real..........
I always knew that lightning
could split the sky
as the world stared calmly
at all that lies inside distraction.
That just a touch from the strongest hands
takes the breath away
from all that has been written
on the edges
of thoughts of satisfaction.
I have always felt the shadows of the night
even though they were hidden
from the innocence of my caring view.
They are just as bold in the morning
like silvery crystals flying
by sweet lovers
as glints fading into a powerless time
we once pursued.
Constant tears
have been inches apart
from the concern felt for foolish reasons,
when what is unknown is revealed.
Moreover, I have always known
that anguish is felt by beating hearts
when everything carried on their cufflinks
silently cries not to be real.
However, I did not know
that lightning is arranged
in wild waves we feel in our sleep,
as it does not strike disturbingly.
Nor, that the shadows of the night
can come unmasked
to trace its fingers as an exhale
across hearts with destinations
unknown to me.
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OK. That's possibly got peoples attention. Not that you need it Kid, because you are so damn good. Every single time I read one of your works, even if it one I've returned to again I am transported into another place. Time in this world simply fades away and I am lost in the power of your story telling, the emotions and sensations you weave and the sheer delight in the craftsmanship of it all.
I went to a local Saxon Church recently and marvelled at the architecture of it. How with rudimentary tools they had created a thing of beauty and awe. Just like you do.
Frankly I don't know what this poem is about, because each time I read it, it means something different to me, but, for each world it has transported me to, I thank you.
That little lot in brief: You're dead good like
Now that's the kind of sweet way a shadow likes to be beheld as instead of masking terror for I unmasked can easily and honestly say I loved the gentleness of this piece, as for cufflinks I would have to wear my jade ones to match your eyes.
Your smile and frown in your eyes lines are my favourite as they stand alone as testament to one whom feels alone in a crowd.
Keep em' coming young poetess.
Stop reading this review on the News Feed and read this poem. NOW.
OK. That's possibly got peoples attention. Not that you need it Kid, because you are so damn good. Every single time I read one of your works, even if it one I've returned to again I am transported into another place. Time in this world simply fades away and I am lost in the power of your story telling, the emotions and sensations you weave and the sheer delight in the craftsmanship of it all.
I went to a local Saxon Church recently and marvelled at the architecture of it. How with rudimentary tools they had created a thing of beauty and awe. Just like you do.
Frankly I don't know what this poem is about, because each time I read it, it means something different to me, but, for each world it has transported me to, I thank you.
That little lot in brief: You're dead good like
I really really enjoyed this. And I can feel a lot of thoughts and emotion put into, which makes it all the better to be a captivating read. Lovely picture as well :)
As always, beautiful. I don't think you've ever written a single below par poem. The imagery is breathtaking, and there are too many lines here to quote, that exude an otherworldly charm.
You do with words what Michaelangelo does with paint... Davinci does with clay...
and Streep does with a role....You enhance the normal, caress the surreal and emblazon the heart... I love this and love reading your work, Neva...but I guess by now you know that.
Another exquisite write, Neva
Allen
This is very philosophical... My favorites: "Moreover, I have always known
that anguish is felt by beating hearts"
It is we who are alive that feel the pain. Once we feel numb, we are not completely numb because we are still living, steal breathing, still surviving. It is then that we wish we could not feel.
Interesting incorporation of the cufflinks, too. I think you made it work :)
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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