Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name

Folded waves savor what now humbles my soul

Last night hangs overhead

The birth of time is felt on my bare arms

I shiver in a paradise of crimson red

Still water has no name beyond my thoughts

All of my wishes are buried in rooms

Unheard guests that sleep on my horizon

Once howled at the silvery moon

All night I have watched what I cannot name

In a garden where soil conceals

What is suddenly blooming only half there

Surface loosens, breath revealed

The issue of days has now salted my fire

Marked its initials on my face

As tracks of tears I wept for blooms

No longer in this place

Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight

Sings the desire of my soul

Stirred watching what I cannot name

Inside of waves that fold

Garden soil delivers and my soul is humbled  

Though weary and down trodden

Blooms return within the folded waves

I see what I’ve forgotten

Author's Note

Art by Phatpuppy - deviantart.com

Reviews

[E.V. Black]

I really loved the artwork above, It's so beautiful. For the briefest fraction of a second, I thought it was a REAL photograph. I really think it matches REALLY well with the poem, which is absolutely BREATHTAKING by the way. :3
Nothing less to expect from you, Neva. Pure delight. I enjoyed reading this.

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Ever so beautiful and touching.
Outstanding write Neva.
You are a wonderful and creative poet.
I like your poems alot.

[Jake Erkens]

The image above and the words make this poem more beautiful. Your words flow well. Good write! :)x

[EMF]

I was unable to focus while I read this, so many contrasting thoughtts and emotions running through my head. It was beautiful, thought provoking, emotive and the contrast of visual with the words was perfect. I am a pedantic reviewer, but this was perfect

[writing mojo]

Sweeping piece, and the photo matches your mood blooms perfectly..good stuff

[Solidad]

If I could say something to compliment this I would but I can't. Mainly because there isn't anything I could string together that would do it any justice. In this piece I wander with you through a "crimson paradise" you let me enter a secret place and I loved it. J'adore.

[Letemdangle]

I see a lovely garden for you this year.

[Robin]

crimson enlightenment . music undeniable .

[Alicia Hirshey]

I love this.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A real and delivered piece, sneaking the emotions and torrid feelings of us humans, well done

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I was in awe as I saw the picture, and even more so as I read the poem! Perfect match, and perfect write!