Knowing the Yearning

How can we express the years when the daisies tickled our toes
Knowing the yearning we felt as children is unknown
From time to time, we are numb to our freedom
Crossing bridges that hush our fever none whatsoever
Until our lives are up and gone

The longer we have been fashioned to hear a cry in a voice
Then even more do our memories serve us right
Now here I am finding that special place
Where we are pulled as missing pieces of a puzzle
To fit in one more passing night

I have said that I sing a gentle lullaby to escape the confusion
Found on the upturned face of the warmest feelings
Taught my soul not to be the cause of trouble
When in the midst of a battlefield time becomes a prison
Where you will find me kneeling

What does a whisper matter when it bravely promenades
Under the piercing light of the brightest sun
Someone said if they knew why we observe so little
They would know why we have chosen now
To express the years undone

The strongest mind I am told cannot hold its breath for very long
Therefore, we must say farewell, retreat from the past
We are left to express the years when daisies tickled our toes
Upon the pages hung on the walls of time’s prison
Missing pieces of our puzzle found at last

Reviews

[Derek S.Keck]

I love this poem, especially the last to stanzas, they bring the truth of your poem home. This reminds me of that song by Bruce Springsteen "glory days", only your words paint the picture so much more in depth and beautifully. It seems like the older we get the less and less we can capture those moments like we once did and we end up being left reminicing on the good times, whether it be first loves or old friends, nothing replaces the newness of a first time experience.

[CalebSchadeck]

the last two lines sums up the poem very nicely, of all you poems I have read this one drew me in the most... nicely done!

[Tate Morgan]

The years not wasted knowledge is the treasure of this lifetime you show that oh so well
love this line

To express the years undone

[jerry atrixx]

i haven't let the daisies tickle my toes in some time. Walking barefoot is indeed something more akin to free and adventurous children.

Something we should never forget or stop doing.

[FJ Davis]

When I stop trying to determine exactly what you're saying, I realize I just love the way you're saying it.
Not only do you impart wisdom, Neva, your poetry sings sweet songs and paints pastel pictures.
High art, Deepwaters.

[Judy Ponceby]

Beautiful, Neva. Missing pieces found, a wonderful image referring to renewal.

[Derek S.Keck]

We really must say farwell or we'll be forever stuck in limbo, until we loose the time to really make moments just as special

[fargone]

as ever, wonderfully expressed, neva. ur images pour like a gentle waterfall. beautiful write. :)

[Lilly Negoi]

all minds "exhale" sooner or later...but only some do that wisely, treasuring the memories of the past for what they are and what they offered to us...