I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.
They asked me to define how hours
could see lovers
calling out for water
when they turned life's wheel
of loveliness.
So, I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.
I showed them letters containing precious memories
as reminders of horizons
with rising answers
only considered by the sea.
Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free.
Hours stirred two hearts
suspending them inside their own music
where they flew on wings of delight
in quiet ecstasy.
Until time ached to feel no more
and could only send in hours
to fill those blank pages
with the answers
to why lovers called out for water
to protect the love
that grows
between you and me.
Just slightly I think of Romeo and Juliet-Love does flower when it is right between two .. a very keen poem, Neva it seems to come from your heart and soul. Your first verse pulled me in- what a way you have with images , written for us to see. The picture is lovely.
I know now how to describe your work. It is like Enya's music, which flows with the beauty of nature. It speaks to the soul, just as yours does, without the use of words. I can feel what you mean through the tapestry of your work.
If anything, I am quite surprised by the comparison of the lovers to plants. True, we all do need water, but that was unexpected.
"Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free."
Love this...
You have such a unique style that never disappoints, always including love, beauty, a tinge of sadness...
Barriers between two that love each other is a hard taste to get accustom to. Sometimes you have to let go of what others thing and create an inferno that will withstand the dousing fire of others trying to intervene. The details are spectacular in this piece and it took me a moment to understand what you were saying because it is done so beautifully.
Lovely write--I feel as though you are venturing more and more into prose--at least in this piece--and I really like it for you--you always give me such a satisfying experience
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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