Pleasure floods through me
like moonlight admires
its own face over the sea.
I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper
and find myself playing tug of war
with distant memories
until they become
a single story.
Under a quiet night I look up
to count my courage
on each flower
of an apple tree
until morning
looks in on me.
Somehow, I am always left
with my heart
down upon its knees.
I sense that everything dances
within my feelings
warming my thoughts
and just one word
can fill my spirit with you.
Holding on to your hands
knowing a fire still roars
as a friend of truth.
Laughing inside, I forget about
how rain streamed
like a million rivers
upon all the grasses that used to be.
Pleasure floods through me
like moonlight admires
its own face over the sea.
I ask myself if there is a better place
where I can laugh
in the sweetest whisper,
perhaps change
what I understand to be.
Once again, I find myself
staring at my heart,
down upon its knees.
This is good: generally we like to face life standing proud on our feet; when we come to our knees in humility, we face the Truth as the Truth reveals itself to us. I agree with Muse's review--your writing gets more and more beautiful, more profound, with every poem, every story. It's like there's a bottomless well of creativity and flow within you that runs from your soul to your pen. I would honestly love to get your autograph and frame it!
You're an incredible writer, ma'am! :)
This is good: generally we like to face life standing proud on our feet; when we come to our knees in humility, we face the Truth as the Truth reveals itself to us. I agree with Muse's review--your writing gets more and more beautiful, more profound, with every poem, every story. It's like there's a bottomless well of creativity and flow within you that runs from your soul to your pen. I would honestly love to get your autograph and frame it!
You're an incredible writer, ma'am! :)
It amazes me...how often you can write with what feels like a renewed joy of inspiration. Do you ever get writer's block??? If yes...you hide it pretty dang well...cranking out masterpieces week after week...I'm jealous!
This didnt touch me as others of yours Neva, not sure what it is , maybe it is a sense of melancholy underlying this? mm not sure let me ponder, maybe its just me?
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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