Monday, January 17, 2011

My Beginning - January 17, 2011



My Beginning

I broke the spell on my own, though its reach was far and wide
Even when you hid your face in your hands
I learned to sing louder
Until I had turned
The tide

I wondered if you ever thought of me or one kiss I gave to you
When you read all the words I wrote
Did they burn like pouring salt
Into an open wound
Of truth

I took a look at the coldest smile and found the warmest heart
Standing clear of the picture and its owner
Thought I broke the spell on my own
As I watched your fingers
Come apart

From a straight drop of a thousand feet, I found the spell's ending
Then tried to hide my heart in my own hands
But you only learned to sing louder
Until you had become
My beginning

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

13 comments:

  1. I love the second stanza in particular in this beautiful poem Neva.

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  2. Wow. Powerful imagery in these verses.

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  3. When you read all the words I wrote
    Did they burn like pouring salt
    Into an open wound
    Of truth....

    What a wonderful turn of phrase. love it love it

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  4. Marvelous conjunction of events in the story of a romance in a haunting poem.

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  5. i am with Me on my fav line...and what a fall there in the end...

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  6. you have me under your spell when i read your poetry.

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  7. The beginning always the best part. "I PARTICULARLY LIKE THAT PICTURE!"

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  8. Beautiful!, always a pleasure to read !!! Neva..

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