Pouring Hope On the Shadows of My Broken Heart

Like a bird I breathed in time
from the star of an evening
filled with two shades of laughter.
I wandered with an empty heart,
seeing faces
that frightened all the love
from the last time
those three little words
floated silently
into spaces
where nothing......
is sheltered.

Different images hold my head up
as if saying
all I ever wanted to be
can be found,
if I move my feet
instead of trying to tame all I look upon
and have become acquainted with.
Nothing smiles at the shadows
left by my broken heart
here on the sidewalk of
“Never Again, I Said.”

Should I pour colored hope
over what could have been a breath of time
and watch the light of the evening star
return warmth
to a water-painted canvas of laughter
we both can hear?
Allow my heart to be filled
with two shades of beauty
so those three little words
can float into spaces.......
held dear.

Author's Note

Artist Arcipello

Reviews

[Drifter]

Can a poem simultaneously lift one out of despair and push them further down into it at the same time? I read the last stanza over and over, those three little words, so magical, the best any of us can hope to hear, but the memory of them can hurt so much when they are never to be heard again. Great work Neva.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Drifting :)

[Danielle]

Exquisite!!!!

[Tarry Franck]

Excellent piece of poetry!!!

[Robin]

You always write from the heart Neva , this pours through mine

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Robin, so good to hear from you :)

[Priscilla Sayers]

This piece has so much power in it! The graceful words flow like a stream into the readers heart and I begin to fill the hope. Like rooting for a heroine to win, my hope becomes only for the poet who created such a masterpiece from the heart!
Re~reading a piece brings more clarity sometimes depending on when it is placed in your path again. You inspire my friend:)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Priscilla :)

[Priscilla Sayers]

My Pleasure!

[Mark]

Melancholy and hope resonate in this work for me. "...three little words floated into spaces where nothing... is sheltered."

They are the words we long to fill the crevices of our soul with aren't they? But they can do so much damage.

Powerful things are like that I guess. Enjoyed the read hon. :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you my sweet friend :) XX

[Dream Weaver]

Hope...Shadows...Broken heart...
So melancholy and yet hope
truly could prevail.. Just beautiful
Neva xo

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Dream Weaver xoxo

[Dream Weaver]

Always welcome sweetie :)

[Kes]

This is amazing. The emotions this evokes are so sad, but maybe a little hopeful - and the imagery reinforces it all so beautifully.
Great write!
K

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Kes: )

[Kenneth The Poet]

Sweet piece of work!

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Kenneth :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

As always your work has touched me. This poem made me wonder which road I should take: Faith in a higher power or secular humanism. What stunner.

[Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm]

Thank you Zeitgist:)