Yesterday's Hours 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.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[bobby]

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.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Such a wonderful feeling of tranquility washed over me after reading this. You are Picaso when it comes to bringing pictures to life.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Love the beauty of words you used, making the self reflection so tender, great as always :)

Interesting work. i was curious as to the meaning of 'lie'?

[Helen]

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

Like skipping to the end of the book only to ruin the beautiful story that creates the end....

Exquisite!

[Lily Mae]

"yesterday’s hours still lie
unread."
You always have me and then the last line like this just wow's me... wonderful thoughts are provoked by this write...xx

[masqued_muse]

Ah..Neva...this is...EXQUISITE...
change...nothing.
masqued^^

[emmajoy]

This reminds me of slowly shifting sand .. glistening and golden, Neva. And yes, can understand how you stay in one place still not quite fulfilled yet wondering what's ahead. ' Reflecting sudden stirrings ~ of my mood in winds ~ that move these hands .. '

You write in a gentle traditional style here but same time have a tendency to go from quiet conformity to adventuring, an exciting mix, quite fascinating!

[Marie Harrison]

Ah...the simple solitude of private moments of thought
recorded on the page. Getting in touch with our inner
muse to transpose our inner feeling, desires and
experiences. Nicely penned!