No Longer Fit to Drink From My Cup

Sometimes thoughts of my own
seem able to imprison my words,
break them in half and try and become
someone’s fantasies.
They cast sleeping inspiration upon my morning
with a murmur falling by the side
of my heart’s mysteries.

All of my problems glance easily
off different sides of stones
placed in the dust
I tend to keep beneath my feet.
My eyes see them come undone
until they are no longer fit
to sail with me
or drink from my cup
where all beauty is sweet.

Shamed by care Fear smiles and flutters
behind every forceful word heard
through the translucency it retains.
All of my confidence that has separated
then faces itself to meditate
on all that is brightly lit,
here to remain.

The ground does not pass judgment
same as a soldier leaps to exhibit nobleness
throughout this hemisphere
full of thinking men.
However, greed can leave you
half-empty and ill prepared
for thoughts that will imprison
your words like the wind.

I make headway over the side of dominion
ruling the air of darkness
where fairness becomes one
among the living.
I find I am passing over
what has become sand
within a waterfall,
falling from on high,
due to my misgivings.

I am aware that beneath the taste of a last appearance
the deepest thoughts
can cover those minutes we use.
However, little do we see,
time and time again,
sometimes we tear the best there is
within a man, right in two.

Author's Note

*Artist JiaLu

Reviews

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

So beautiful and strong!

[Ruth]

There is one poet I read and adore because she always speaks from not just the heart but from the universal wonderment we call life!
That poet is you Neva, never a piece that does not thrill me!
xoxo

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Your poetry is incredible. The last stanza was just an added bonus to make this ever more stronger. Beautiful!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You always capture a deep story within your words, excellent writing from that poetic pen of yours!
100/100

[Birdman313]

wow you have a way with words always enjoy reading your work ,, I need to get back to the beginning so I can capture what I want to say in my poems.

[Larry Dyson]

like this metaphor...I make headway over the side of dominion
ruling the air of darkness
where fairness becomes one
among the living.
I find I am passing over
what has become sand
within a waterfall,
falling from on high,
due to my misgivings.

[Alana McGuire]

Woooow, you surely do have a way with words. I'm honestly jealous of your flow and how well you can write short lines. I love the font and the layout and the picture is very interesting. I love it all! :)

[Hayley]

LOVE the connection between the words breaking in two at the beginning and the ending, "Sometimes we tear the best there is/ within a man, right in two"
I will always stand in awe of you!

[Aidz]

Neva is back with vengeance on this write...... spun as only Neva can :)

[unknown]

Well who would want to leave the sweet beauty of your cup? certainly not I lol, lovely poem. Again very expressive and the picture you paint with words is just amazing.