A Loner's Heart Dances in the Ink

The sky’s nose is pressed to the window of a loner’s heart
Knowing something dances in the bottom
And it stands in front of him

Nothing in life shows what a loner really feels
More than that fountain of ink
Whispering from her pen

Still the sky wonders if there is anything really there
Or if a loner’s heart is merely full
Of emptiness dancing bare

You can see the sky’s ear pressed ever so closely  
Against the window of a loner’s heart
Listening to the pulsing beat

Knowing something wondrous dances in the bottom
That is timeless, yet still he wonders
If it only dances in the ink

Reviews

[Joel M Frye]

That is the question, is it not? Whether what lives and breathes in full color from black ink exists anywhere else? And yes, the loner's heart is full of emptiness...except that it rarely dances. You've done lovely work here again, Neva. Thank you.

[FJ Davis]

In an infinite universe of simultaneous events, all things are not only possible--all things are happening.
You present your deep philosophy most lyrically, Neva; your warrior princess heart and devotion to the Quest are becoming legendary.

[Aidz]

Once again you execute a wonderous prose

[Angel Bluestocking]

Beautiful yet sad. I like it when you gave life to the Sky.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Excellent poem my friend, I know that feel of a loner's heart.

[Letemdangle]

You have given me some new perspectives on the art of poetry. Thank you

[Judy Ponceby]

This is one of my favorites of yours Neva! You capture the feelings so well.

[Sukriti Suki]

The imagery is prefect...and emptiness dancing bare, there couldn't be a better choice of words. Excellent.

[HopelesslyDevoted]

great descriptions here

[Art]

Loneliness...how many have wading through those waters, and though it lurks among us there is always hope to seek more than we are, that is why we write to expose, express and release...ourselves...