Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation

Spun Web of Gypsy Invitation

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
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Our eyes become the surface of our souls, greeting what we see floating on the winds of change....

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New colors embrace the memory of life’s soil
while looking at promises
that rush through our veins.
A tune is heard from our hearts'
circling places in time
where our eyes become the surface
of our souls,
greeting what we see floating
on the winds
of change.

Clearly visible as separate bodies
held on a spun web
of gypsy invitation,
why then do we only remember
the perfect peace
of how our minds meet.
You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet.

Before the stars were chiseled into an age
that held us captive,
sleep was where the light of the moon
played innocently.
Father Fate swirls, renames himself
with each breath I take,
keeping time for the promises
of true love
that still sing out
to you and me.

© 2011 Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm


Author's Note

Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Artist: Jia Lu

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Beautiful romantic poetry I must say ^_^
Not only that but you always have wonderful pictures to go along with your poems that are always very captivating and add depth to your readings.
At first, the poem started out as going for a "promises broken" kinda vibe, then it ending itself with splendid articulative captivating imagery and metaphors that arranged quite a lovely romantic end, summing up true love as a conflicting promise throughout it's entirety in this world. Least that's what I gathered from "father fate" always renaming itself.
It's pretty great poetry, and you know me :p I'll say so if it wasn't lol *poke poke*
Overall: 95/100, ^_^ great job and keep up the good work

Posted 13 Years Ago


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ahhh..I haven't been to you for a while..silly me!! Wonderful the second stanza was breath taking..what imagery!

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow..."You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair
until it becomes as smoke
with leaving feet."

what a metaphor...visualy visceral


Posted 13 Years Ago


Sublime artistry you possess....so stunning and truly a joy to read :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


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where our eyes become the surface of our souls,

Love that line
Beautifully written,

Posted 13 Years Ago


Powerful beauty.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a beautiful piece about an encounter of love if only for a brief moment. There are times when we love and it seems like a lifetime but in reality it is a short span of time.

Posted 13 Years Ago


"You touch each breath I draw in
as if hunting down my despair"

Powerful with your magic weaved all around it:) True love wins.. :) xo

Posted 13 Years Ago


Those who live in the wild know the true meaning of freedom... a wonderfully woven tale.

Posted 13 Years Ago


History tells us that tose who walk this earth are apart of it, so who better to spin the words of nature and feeling, well done, good read.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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When others have gone, you'll be there weaving wonderful lyricism with your words and creating worlds on phrases, images and emotion. Sublime. Simply sublime

Posted 13 Years Ago



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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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