Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
"

Questioning tomorrow before discovering yesterday’s hours still lie unread........

"































That I might sit

by the window waiting to live
all my days
on the edge of this
I write.
Within the quality of a voice
falling on every word
I hear in my heart,
full of colorful passion and light.

By me, many things
still breathe
encircling to rise inside
meanings I find
when waking,
bringing tears of joyful destiny.
Their beauty reveals who I am
in blissful shades
of ink-filled ecstasy.

These true feelings run deep
waves sweetly falling
from the hands
of my muse.
This I have always known.
Reflecting sudden stirrings
of my mood in winds
that move these hands
of my own.

Should I become something new
perhaps a silent beauty
sitting here
mulling words over in her head.
Questioning tomorrow
before discovering
yesterday’s hours still lie
unread.

© 2011 Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm


Author's Note

Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
La Mia Storia by titusboy25 on deviantART

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

I've read your requests and this poem stands out. It moves as gentle as the soul who penned it. I feel its sway as it enters my mind, soothing the heart within me. Your poetry is beautiful and I love to find your words cascading over my soul. Its like your spirit wipes away the tears on my face relieving the pains of a tired life.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

this is amazing, once you start reading it you cant stop. you are a talented poet well done...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what happend yesterday,often helps create tomorrow..sometimes it lingers like a smell.

Posted 10 Years Ago


yesterday is gone and tomorrow never comes. I sit by my window and let the rays of the sun enter into my world bringing forth the hours of a mixture of the two to create another venture into the mind of yestermorrow. thought provoking piece Ms. Flores. soft and flowing as usual. Thanks for sharing this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

no , perchance to see to feel to live the waves of love pouring forth is the meeted measure of your yearnings.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Entrancing is the right word for this I think Neva..... ahhh that muse plays this ink filled ecstasy


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ur poetry always stands out and have such deep emotions pouring from ur pen...

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliant and moving work..xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes I sit and dwell on the events of today and yesterday. I usually don't worry about tomorrow until it becomes yesterday again lol. Lovely write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

omg ! neva i can totally relate to his i feel like this love the poem !:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I've read your requests and this poem stands out. It moves as gentle as the soul who penned it. I feel its sway as it enters my mind, soothing the heart within me. Your poetry is beautiful and I love to find your words cascading over my soul. Its like your spirit wipes away the tears on my face relieving the pains of a tired life.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

2167 Views
28 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on August 21, 2011
Last Updated on August 21, 2011
Tags: poetry, ink, feelings, mood, winds, muse, hands, sit, window

Author

Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm

GA



About
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia. My latest book and videos: My latest book - Mailing Letters to the Moon rm_f1st('6','182','true','false','000000','av2j3.. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Rebecca Rebecca

A Poem by Tate Morgan