Where Are Your Words?

Where have you been with your words
that you vowed to whisper softly
until they tumbled over the moon?
Tranquil images are all I can see
in your rhymes
that sank deep into the night
too soon.

Where are the eyes that lit up my world
and filled my pockets
with dreams of a life that shines?
I am realizing now
that what I once was
you have steadily changed
as you exhaled your lines.

Is my hope a golden thought
I love because it dwells
in my emotions
becoming a journey
where I drop to my knees,
spelling out words
then wonder where they lead
into my own circumstances?

Sometimes, when I sleep,
I glide over shells,
holding the hand of life,
forming collages, I could never forget
even when I am weary and I speak
of past things I should have forgotten
over the years.

Where have you been with your words
that make me smile in knowing
I have found my safe harbor
where I can be quiet
and revel in the tranquil images
you create
in my heart and soul?

Author's Note

For My Muse
Artist *Delphin Enjolras

Reviews

[R J Askew]

This is achingly beautiful in its wistful yearning from start to finish. The picture of the beauty reading is, for any poet, a vision of perfection. Yet the reader is reproachful in her questioning which implies failure, even betrayal perhaps on the part of the word wielder. The voice is alomst that of life to life, life craving something more, always something more, which in the end is not there. This sadness goes to the core of all we are. A very moving poem.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A terrific write...the yearning is captured perfectly here...eg
"Where are the eyes that lit up my world
and filled my pockets
with dreams of a life that shines?"

Brilliant :)

[al25]

Really interesting piece of writing. definitely enjoyed reading this.

[Kim]

Such a longing in this write, Such amazing picture. Very nicely done!...Kim S.

[Audrey Howitt]

You continue to explore the terrain of the heart so deftly--the ache here is palpable--lovely, lovely write Neva!

[Larry Dyson]

the receipiant of this is most fortunate.."Is my hope a golden thought
I love because it dwells
in my emotions
becoming a journey
where I drop to my knees,
spelling out words
then wonder where they lead
into my own circumstances?"

[An owl on the moon]

What an aching longing... your words call on that one of comfort who now seems so distant... that deepest of needs left unfulfilled. Brilliant and bittersweet.