Teardrops on the Feet of Strangers

My heart played notes
inside the margins of time
in repeated sighs
while the world kept rhythm
on my self-esteem
with the feet of strangers.
Still, last night
I wrote lines about life and love
that whispered come dance with me,
kiss away........
my jaded words of anger.

I raised my glass to life
then ran
from the very air I once breathed in
and called a masterpiece,
because each breath I took in
made me stand tall.
Until, I found I had been feasting
on teardrops telling me
I had gone astray
each time.......
they'd start to fall.

You were there all along
singing I love you
underneath my skin
while each breath I took
cried out
inside the margins of time perfectly
and my heart played notes
until my teardrops dried
on the feet of strangers
walking.......
on the heart of me.

Author's Note

Artist: Karol Bak

Reviews

[Dean]

Stanzas one and three are killers...and that is a compliment. I would suggest "inside the margins of time" even a more effective title. Not only is
it a beautiful metaphor (of which you seem to have thousands) but the use of
it would not detract from the impact of your conclusion.

Loving my visits to your page.
-Dean

[Becky C Strukamp]

"while the world kept rhythm
on my self-esteem"

This one keeps ringing in my mind. So much truth lies with in this write.

"until my teardrops dried
on the feet of strangers " How many times does one end up relieving the mental pressure of oneself to a stranger, though they may not really be the stranger we think they are"

Loved it Neva!



on the feet of strangers

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Becky :)

[Jack Isaac]

If I put my heart on the floor I know that strangers would walk all over it without a thought. And then some would purposely rip it out and stomp on it for no given reason, but anyway... poetry plays the cadence of the heartbeat, and your write does this masterfully. You have pieced together a sentiment of nuances, delicate as teardrops for sure, that boldly says you know where the teardrops fall, and serves as a gentle reminder to us all. Thanks, I enjoyed this write.

[KAREN]

Beautiful work, work is always amazing to read. I learn so much from it!
100/100

[cartera]

What a fantastic title and concept, that drew from me curiousity and admiration. The whole poem is equal to to the title. Having one's life kept to rhythm set by strangers is not that unusual, when we obey your prompting and think about it.
The musical allusions can only be Southern blues.
You deserve to have diamonds on the soul of your blues.
ATB
Alex.

[Simbake777]

You have such an amazing gift for poetry, Neva -- such a rich blessing, to all those with whom you share such a precious gift!! The added magic of stunning visuals, suitably marries word and canvas, in a heavenly rite to rival nature's own great beauty! Be sure to keep both pen and mind sharp!! :)

[...]

Neva I keep coming back and you never disappoint. This was beautiful :)

[light and ashes]

Beautiful poem

[Kaya]

This is so beautifully and eloquently phrased. I can really feel the emotions here, and the metaphors are stunning. You're a very gifted writer. Thank you for posting this poem up.

[Danielle]

A captivating poem!