I lend them my fingertips to search for the sunlight of my feelings until I hear the words that rhyme with we..........
Whispers from nowhere reach beneath light
cutting through the love
I feel for you,
playing inside of my thoughts.
I think of their sound,
how I feel them in the air I breathe
and when I sleep,
how they call from every mountaintop
I have ever sought.
I find I am defining their promises
every morning
in the hush of silence
and as I write I welcome them
into the rooms of me.
I lend them my fingertips
to search for the sunlight
of my feelings
until I hear the words
that rhyme
with we.
A reflection of the whispers can be tasted
when it drifts in
with the morning's expectations
as if it flew from a cage
of intimacy.
My air is filled with love
crying out to my heart
that this time it will not be broken
nor lie alone as I breathe.
Whispers from nowhere lead me into spaces
outside of the lines I write,
where I can feel
your embrace.
The strings of my heart
stand still to be strummed
into place
as the promise of your fingertips
searches for the sunlight
on my feelings' face.
Walking Alone Wallpaper from Scenic Reflections. I am sure we have a photographer that should be listed but I have been unable to find out who took this image. If you know, please fill me in so credit can be given.
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Whisper is one of my favourite words. I just love the notion. i also like the idea of them reaching, cutting and playing. All very active, draamtic and romantically moving. This line is supurb, 'A reflection of the whispers can be tasted'. I love that. Another winning line for me is, 'The promise of your fingertips'. The romance of it all is tangible and overwhelming. The sibilance of the last verse wld be great to listen to as it flows like a tide into us. A lovely job.
"and as i write i welcome them into the rooms of me"..."the strings of my heart stand still to be strummed into place as the promise of your fingertips searches for the sunlight on my feelings' face" Neva, this is absolutely breathtaking imagery and metaphorical genius, i bow to your talent and find myself, once again, turned into human putty by the beauty of your thought processes and the clarity of your message, you are indeed a true romantic with an extraordinary gift for verse!!! bravo
*sigh* so beautiful !i love the lines hwo you comapred to what your heart fells to the sound of a guitar such beautiful words its love and how it guides both people into the same path i love it !:)
Neva, I always take a little piece of your poetry to heart and carry it around with me for the rest of the day! It reminds me that there is such wonderment and beauty to be found in words that are bled from a intensely emotional soul!
xoxo
Whisper is one of my favourite words. I just love the notion. i also like the idea of them reaching, cutting and playing. All very active, draamtic and romantically moving. This line is supurb, 'A reflection of the whispers can be tasted'. I love that. Another winning line for me is, 'The promise of your fingertips'. The romance of it all is tangible and overwhelming. The sibilance of the last verse wld be great to listen to as it flows like a tide into us. A lovely job.
and i love your pictures for all your poems, especially this one!
is there a specific place you go to for getting them?
i'd be sincerely happy to know!
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon
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