Evergreen Reality

Expanding this taken conduct

Legions to still waters

Tenderness sprout

Endowed is the heart

Gathering stars of love

Awakening candle of care

Creasing a golden fountain 

Left to ponder a thought

From madness to release

Motioning pastorals of self governance

Beats went on delivering

A moment to the spur  openness

Yet indifference could never take plight 

Hands moving on waves of your heart

Listening to the world with eyes

Deliverance of yet another day

In all fields

No tears would flood the path

Simply wiping the delicate skin

Never missed

A million signs

Seldom misread

From expectations

To a pass through

Self gratitude 

Months turn to years

Given the death of nerving fear

Within a piece of memory 

Grown evergreen 

Reviews

[Joshua Haines]

I love your words in this poem. Vary good and lively. Makes me feel so calm when reading this. Well done

[Nisreen]

Thank You Joshua
I am glad my words made You feel That way

[Einstein Noodle]

classic "your style" my friend :)) these are my favorite lines:

"Hands moving on waves of your heart
Listening to the world with eyes"

tho there are others sharing a close second ... the self governance and self gratitude speak volumes to me in this poem ..there is a reflective acceptance of self required before we can care about anyone else ..(in my opinion) ... as always loaded with interpretation possibilities and imagery ..
E.
ps. the mist on the mountains haunts the worn down Ozarks surrounding my home ...and worn down me ;)

[Nisreen]

Lol
Thank You so much and i totally agrée With your thoughts

[SleeplessVolcano]

our souls come alive when we find our green roots....

lovely expression of how we love nature. One tends to forget that when one's experience is limited to concrete and superficial town living...

thank you for this beautiful reminder.

[Nisreen]

Thank you ..... i miss Canada ..... i guess this is how it felt there .....

[SleeplessVolcano]

Words can take us there, and anywhere..... :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

seeing the picture, reading the poem....feeling my dad among the evergreens in NC....up high in the mountains...

a strong piece of memory for me...just pieces of memory for him...

perhaps there was fear of death years before....but with my mom gone...i think he fears nothing except the loneliness he feels without her.

this is so expressive, and as always...there are so many ways different readers may relate to your words.

j.

[Nisreen]

Thank you Jacob