Untying the Bonds From Our Wings

Is not comfort expressed
in what we look for everyday?
When our fingers move through fire
to untie the bonds from our wings
so we can become the form
of everything.  

When old thoughts are found on pages
containing imaginary stairs
do we find that our eyes lie to us
about worlds we will find there?
Or do we just like those new beginnings
where all is well and fair?

Each day I tell you that I am not the one
who in time will disappear.
Yes, inside I move eagerly towards trust
and forwards I dive full into the sky.
But here with you,
I find to be most dear.

Night and day we climb hills to see the sun
and all its possibilities.
Yet we never blink an eye or stare
at the dreams visible to us all.
Perhaps, we are afraid to open the door
to our own imagination’s call.

Author's Note

Digital Artist - LuneBleu

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

It is rare to find a partner in life who understands that imagination both frees the spirit and opens up new doors, new realities. This includes inner adaptations, and outer reformations.

In the infinite Now of the Heart, all goodness arises, and that is the Source of your beautiful rumination.

[quinfinn]

holds one spellbound in the moment and delivers clear, crisp images of a special bond. wonderfully expressed and cleverly written. bravo!

[Inyourshadow]

Third stanza should yes be yet?

Love the fear not the flames to release the bonds from wings that will free us idea, words figuratively lieing to us a strange yet deeply puzzling thought for how easily some believe what they read in black and White without questioning the evidence. Beautiful poem and use of imagery. Keep em' coming

[Larry Dyson]

hmm have you noticed the writers/poets that you are attracting on your comments here? some very worthy reviewers to your published works and not a mention of who you are or how you shine..I believe you should take that to the bank dear one..you have genuine friends who love to read what all you write..just say'in.

[unknown]

I think even with our eyes open we sometimes can't see what is clearly in the forefront. So we end up missing out. Very well expressed!

[November Gold]

No one and nothing holds us back more than we ourselves do, so very very true. Your writing flows so smoothly, i like that, and there is so much emotion expressed in every line. Brilliant, just brilliant

[Art]

an interesting view of how we ourselves tie our own wings...the imagination of the mind is where the escape can take us to those dreams and creations we look for... nice work Neva...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Just lyrically sweet, like every word and verse and stanza you write.

[?]

Amazing piece Neva

Night and day we climb hills to see the sun
and all its possibilities.
Yet we never blink an eye or stare
at the dreams visible to us all.
Perhaps, we are afraid to open the door
to our own imagination’s call.

[Aidz]

Brill again but better than always , a new level am I seeing from Neva?