Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

Yesterday's Hours Lie Unread

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
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Questioning tomorrow before discovering yesterday’s hours still lie unread........

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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


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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.


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

Posted 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 8 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 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 8 Years Ago


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


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

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Brilliant and moving work..xx

Posted 8 Years Ago


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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 8 Years Ago


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

Posted 8 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 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm

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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..

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