Collecting Rain In the Low Light

So many days she waited in the low light collecting rain
That by itself represented what you could not see
Changing the world of distant shadows
With fingers that have written
Threads of destiny

Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun
From those woodlands of her dreams
Where a raging fire in her soul
Only just begun

She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired
Knowing she was a just a kiss of worship
Who carried her fleeting mist
In her heart’s desire

A song of meditation now lies where she once stood
Collecting rain there in the low light so patiently
Each measure is divided by a heartbeat
And is rewritten every day
As our destiny

Author's Note

Finding hope and optimism once again..............

Reviews

[Helen]

What I found intriguing was the footnote to these beautiful words... " Finding hope and optimism once again...."

yet these words

"Feelings were the price she paid as she diffused the rain
Upon the leaves with love that sought the sun"

It's like she is drawing it all to divest outside herself, she can't use it but others can...

And then...

"She rode the waves of living light that flowed to shine
With no expectation that she would be admired"

Still she is waiting, anticipating....

Until the end, then it all makes sense

Beautiful Neva, stunning beyond belief! This left me with that small catch in my breath, you know, when you've continued to breath in and in and then you can finally let it go...

[∂αʌ<..]

the picture is magnificent, just as the poem, like there is always hope at the end of the tunnel!
wow!

[WatashLegend]

the sun as the night, hope has destiny and optimism has thought man has woman and woman has man or do they? So they both wait, or, she waits, great write

I like this. Yes hope is profound and ever longing. I must say the final stanza seems almost to force an ending when the poem wants to go on.

[Jibin]

Great write, thoughtful....

[Art]

Destiny...how that word evolves so many emotions and thoughts that keep us striving to encounter...her

[Mjr. Tom]

Great poem. As someone said earlier it flowed effortlessly, the imagery was equally as great. Keep writing :)

[Jess Holden]

So beautiful :)

[Allen Smuckler]

Another Masterpiece
and I'm not just throwing that word around frivolously ....
There's not a word, a line, a stanza that isn't perfect as it stands
you have such a tremendous (uncanny actually) ability to make an entire poem memorable...
Great, Great Write, Neva
allen

[Rene Velez]

nice wordplay and the flow was effortless..nice imagery,

[Revolutionary]

It must be hard for her to wait in such beauty she can not enjoy alone.Beautiful write.