My Fingertips Find Your Picture

I caressed your face in a picture of you
with fingertips wanting to know
how the light fills your eyes.
Immediately my fascination turned
into a rushing drive
held perfectly in the middle
of where your heart touches the warmth
of all my memories.

These thoughts alone gather
to capture the moon,
can you not see me wrapped
in continuous seasons
when I walk under the same sky
above where you sit?
My mind wanders and I close my eyes,
wishing you were here,
my fingertips find your picture,
caress your lips.

Author's Note

*Man Ray Photography - Hand on Lips
Many of you are aware that I am a widow, this particular piece is not about my husband who has passed but merely about looking at a picture and missing someone who sits under the same sky that you do.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

this is so dreamy could hardly fathom the depth...
i ran my fingers to your face ,wondered what strength fell over it
what does it hide underneath,was always surprised,wish you told me
what strength you gathered beneath,how you managed to collect
how you reflect to me,my thoughts all taken by you
how happy am i just knowing that i walk beneath the same sky like you
its the same world i live how i liked to touch ..face and lips
lovely write..

[Tarry Franck]

Beautiful expression - again it's like you're writing this for me!!! Amazing how much you touch the depths of my soul, my life!!!!! You're such a wonderful writer - don't know what I would do without you!!!!

[MOON]

Poignant , wistful , heartfelt , the beauty of poetry is its mystery. It means one thing to the writer , but the reader makes it their own. We all sit under the same sky , worlds apart and yet together. can you not see me wrapped
in continuous seasons
when I walk under the same sky...
Beautiful lines.

[Abdul Aziz]

Damn it, constructive criticism eludes me whenever I try to review any of your poems. This is another brilliantly written, wistful write. Awesome, Neva.

[rivers]

Neva...You are so awe inspiring...everything you write inspires me to write another and try harder when I thought I was at an emotional impasse...I read this earlier today but was in another world so I knew, like all your writing, I had to come back on this day...Your writing is so transparent and intimate...You lead the reader down your garden path and when you get there...The garden of your heart and soul is precious beyond words...You make me want to become a better writer and a better more evolved being. Everything is perfect and all I have for you is a humble emotional response...Hardly a review...Harlon

My soul sister, such a great imagination and imagery here, you wrote out of yourself, to feel the painted words. That's a gift. I know that is pretty difficult, but if you have the gift, it flows out like you just did, like visions on your retina, just your pen does the rest. I know how beautiful such a feeling can be, releasing. This piece is perfect, rich and stays on your abilities, in purity. Nothing less, unless the script you made of a touchable moment. And imagine someone under the same sky we are living under... Beautiful. X

[Day]

simply beautiful. "with fingertips wanting to know / how the light fills your eyes." I can feel it.

[Aidz]

Nicely painted.... Its Neva nuff said

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Thanks Layla I can understand how one could get confused....basically I am saying I am walking under the same sky that is above where he sits and I have been here many seasons.

[Layla J Omorose]

Another good poem Neva, I like this one though to be honest it did confuse me with the sky part but I enjoyed it none the less. The meaning that I get from this is that through your senses, this sense being the fingertips you have memorized not only the person's face but also their entire being and want spread the warmth and love they have or the love you have for them. That when they are gone or away from you it is through the memories of your fingertips that you remember them. Beautiful poem Neva like always,