Where Are You?

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.

Author's Note

an experiment in using some of the words that I am uncomfortable with..........

Artist Faraz-Sayyadi

Reviews

[Omar Fendri]

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.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

powerfully depicted foray into the subtleties of the creation through words~ who is the written really~ do we write or are we written~ what a sweet compulsion~

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

I would say your experiment was a complete success. Strong and powerful piece. Brilliant write.

~Anna Rose

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of emotion and pain in the words of this poem. I like the story and how you ended the poem. Quite a story in so few words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Cassie Fraga]

well your experiment was a success!! AWESOME penning Neva!! love the word play!!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, the experiment is a fierce sounging succses, well done, good read.

[Aella.lives]

What are the words you are uncomfortable with? Anyways, this is a lovely write, and I enjoyed the last stanza the most. "then entwine themselves/ around the flesh/ of your pen." :)

[Rene Velez]

read this yesterday and went to comment and zap my computer dies out, go figure, probably my favorite from you so far, yearning and vulnerability Neva.

[R J Askew]

I read this in part very personally. My sales of a book are stuck. I often think about my next sale and often wonder who it will be to, not that I am likely to know that. But they are not biting. And so I wonder intensely 'Where are you?' And then my nightmare starts for real when i think they may not be there at all.
That said I then read the poem objectively and love the last two lines.

[Ed Hart]

your poem, like the picture literally floats just above the surface, and touches everything

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This is good, I like the way you got a hold of the readers interest from the very beginning. Great write and hope to read more by you.