Sometimes words sit screaming inside a chasm
asking, “where are you”,
like a nightmare intimately breezes
from a cage fashioned for anyone
it recognizes first.
Sometimes words sit screaming inside a chasm
asking, “where are you”,
like a nightmare intimately breezes
from a cage fashioned for anyone
it recognizes first.
On the coldest of nights you can see their pain
in lines that make you close your eyes
for reasons
that you may not want to know.
Running takes you nowhere
when words scream out “I want you”
then entwine themselves
around the flesh
of your pen.
of course this poem should be a spellbound... God, you wrote it. No wonder it is...
Not too much of words but doubtlessly they are permanent and weighty. "then entwine themselves around the flesh of your pen."
Yeah, sometimes we just cannot be oblivious to those questions that we deeply yearn to find their answers... I love the very artistic and fine expressions you used here... A pleasing read.
Yes, you know that feeling... that rush of thought and movement inside your mind as words come slithering, shimmering, sliding out through you... It is as if they have a mind of their own, and they need you to speak them forth... Powerful experiment, Neva.
Weightless creativity...those two words alone....seem to describe your work the best. It's when you attack the uncomfortable...that poetry becomes real and personal. I applaud you for diving in head first...so we can all see this enigmatic vision of yours. x
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon
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