I Feed That Which Brings Me to My Knees

My kisses are not eager to defend distant voices that say it is cold now
After all the joy of idle hours, when you were my valentine
I feed that which brings me to my knees, by hand
As whispers from leaves show me flaws
My head tells me are not mine

A river from my long ago flows in a victorious bout of peacefulness
Releasing silent showers into skies of vivid sunny blue
While my kisses are carried by muses that wave
At the sighs they find in these thoughts
My heart pens here of you

My ears raise questions that stare back at me utterly astounded
Asking why I fight that which brings me to my knees
When I know I may never, ever meet again
This place where my heart is guided
Into all my kisses can see

Echoes are heard here and there of transformation, whispered to me
My kisses are not eager to defend or take flight with wings
So I feed that which brings me to my knees, by hand
Close my eyes, as only sighs do I see
And this joy in everything

Author's Note

Reviews

[Veronica Chandler]

This piece is so dreamy and romantic and lovely! It takes me to another place, one where dreams come true and joy is abundant. Images of soft clouds floating in a bright blue sky, where trees rustle in a soft breeze wispering things to me softly. The line, "A river from my long ago flows in a victorious bout of peacefulness" is just scrumptious and beautiful.

[Alicia Hirshey]

It seems like there was a bit of sadness in your words, but you found a way to make it calm and beautiful. Another great poem.

[BlackCl0ud]

I could feel slight sadness inside these words but I felt that you protrayed a scene of calm and beauty and joful haziness as well . . .

[Lily Mae]

I too feel the sadness in the write but also the embracing of the joy, as you say in the journey.. Another beauty.xx

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The woman of protection, almost motherly in it's delivery, well done

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Such a beautiful yet sad write.
Very nicely written Neva!

[Dream Weaver]

Simply a treasure of a write Neva, beautifully inked! xx

[Solidad]

This reminds me of a Placebo song called "Protect me from what I want." Sounds like you're biting the hand that feeds which just happens to be your own. Good write. J'adore.

[Moflo]

i love the tone you used in this piece, very melancholy but very inept at the same time. You had some neat word play too and I liked the way you ended each stanza. Nice work.