Friday, December 10, 2010

Until I Write a Tale - Dec. 10, 2010



Until I Write a Tale

Until I write a tale which surpasses the beauty of a rose
Shakes the face of the sun 'til he smiles
Creates a fabric, I alone chose
To hold in my hands
Awhile

Until my hand recalls the melody, I sang long ago
Its words beam from the spirit of my ink
Into each breaking of day I know
Upon these pages I will write
All I think

No words shall I ever forget to whisper within
Until I know, you can hear them all
In the spirit of my verse again
And you forget
Your walls

Until I write a tale which touches the very soul of you
Makes you smile along with the sun
I will weave these words it's true
'Till this fabric I chose
Is done

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010

11 comments:

  1. "Till this fabric I chose
    Is done ..........." Wonderful poem,my friend...as always.. :-)

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  2. Oh my goodness, I think this is the most beautiful poem I've ever read. Every single word is perfect weaving your loavely heartfelt wish throughout which touches me on so many levels! Thank you for this today!

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  3. Beautiful poem, with good news.

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  4. Passion, captured in a few lines. The muse has blessed you.

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  5. The sound just weaves a fabric of hope

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  6. love the ending, very good neva as usual. "Until I write a tale which touches the very soul of you
    Makes you smile along with the sun
    I will weave these words it's true
    'Till this fabric I chose
    Is done"

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  7. agree with lorilynn - I was going to say almost exactly the same thing!!

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  8. Un autre sublime poème ma douce amie.. !!!

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