Alive

the images hung in mid-air

frozen.

suspended.

stuck somewhere between thought and execution

like a treasured landscape from eons long past and thought forgotten

flashing in glimpses, sparking your neurons

and for a brief moment you feel the laughter brim

in that harbor that was once your heart,

love abounds

and you are there, as time stops

on days like these when whispers remember

daffodils scream and butterflies curse...

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Alive'
Alisa Js,
As the title 'Alive' states we are then given time
within days and the memories start coming.
Opening three lines speak to this essence of
being human.
'the images hung in mid-air
frozen.
suspended.'
This poem ponders life and emotion within
a caring mind and heart.
Last three lines:
'and you are there, as time stops
on days like these when whispers remember
daffodils scream and butterflies curse...'
Quite an ending. Things which are left undone
or did not seem right can color beauty in shadow
and peace just seems to flee.
Blessings,
Kathy

[Alisa Js]

thank you, Kathy... for your beautiful comments... sending thoughts of Happy Holidays your way...read morethank you, Kathy... for your beautiful comments... sending thoughts of Happy Holidays your way...

I will be by soon.

Alisa

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~ haha... perfection... utter perfection... this is probably one of my top three by you... and no, you cannot ask me which the other two are... :P ~ this piece is life personified... spectacularly written... and that last line is to die for... you're an unstoppable genius... in my humble opinion of course...

[Alisa Js]

Hello Jacob,

Yes, you are 'spot on' as they say 'down under'. This one was indeed inspired by a memory so sweet and now, relegated to the back burner of the mind.

Thanks for stopping by.

alisa ;-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think you feel the laughter of a time passed...of a love in the past...when there where smiles and whispers of love...but now the daffodils scream and butterflies curse and love is only the memory...no longer the execution (meaning the carrying out of the feelings)

they were somehow drained.

the wording is quite good in this piece.

jacob

[Alisa Js]

Thank you, Dr. D..

I will definitely stop by soon,

Alisa:-)

[DrD]

How glad I am that I stumbled across you while surfing through poets here. Your work speaks of excellence and a raw talents peeks through your words. I am sincerely impressed and will be visiting you again soon.

[Alisa Js]

Hello Laura,

Thank you for your time and deeply appreciated comments. I trust all is well.

Wishing you everything amazing always,

Alisa ;-)

[Little Whisper]

You had me at "Alive" ... The captivating title led into so many great lines.
Images hung in mid-air..."stuck somewhere between thought and execution like a treasured landscape from eons long past...
I can actually see the words, the images suspended like life form caught frozen mid-motion in a huge glacier.
And then the last line... I love the imagery of the daffodils and butterflies. This is a wonderful poem Alisa!

[Alisa Js]

Why, thank you oh kind and talented one!!! I am flattered and encouraged all at the same time.

Imagine that!!!???

lol

You know I do appreciate you.

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Now THIS is a love poem I can get sink my wings and fangs into. You have grown and entered a new arena with a new blessed brush...I am astounded at the depth of this one. It reminds me of a surreal or Dali, maybe a turn of the century Parisian moment ..a picture turned sepia or black in white...The time slows as two souls cross in a distant land but some familiar courtyard. They do not recognize each other but the moment does and somewhere in the ether a scream lets loose into the perfect poet song. A frame well built HAwaii...Welcome back !!! Your dance has gained a well earned pair of new shoes...or maybe I've just donned new glasses..lol.