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| Johanne Cullen |
Where My Soul Bleeds
I am looking at black ink waking up the words that cut through me
While praying, they form a message that sends relief
I want to scream out that this is my world I love so deeply
And that every page is the ground
Where my soul bleeds
Tell me is it less fair to extend a soul so drained that it no longer sings
Yet still rises shyly to offer a quiet refrain you will never forget
Do the tears that are folded into a new day
Become ignorant so much so that they
Drown your spirit
If I wrote you a love letter, would you search the world for our destiny
Perhaps finding words full of vibrant colors that spin on the truth
Or would you get discouraged with my right hand
For delaying the proud breezes you wish
To feel here in wonder
I am looking at black ink racing through my veins
Let me take the time to create a story that will comfort every page
Of this world I love so deeply because rare is the heartbeat
That overcomes that which is taught by time to walk
On the definition of a kiss
My thoughts crumble into sweet passion waking black ink
Until my heart is bathed in a constant notice from time and space
Although my words are never spoken
Bits and pieces of them enjoyed the last time the ink whispered
Onto pages where my soul bleeds
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
Where my soul bleeds caught me and the beginning and the end.
ReplyDeleteExcited lines, including monologues and sweet memories of love.
ReplyDelete'One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words' - Goethe.
ReplyDeleteThat's two of them done!
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ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Neva. After a long period of missing, almost forgetting it, you made me rediscover the deepness and beauty of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThere's a reason they call it an outpouring of the soul. Remember to feed it with love,joy,beauty,and wide eyed wonder.
ReplyDeleteStunning Neva, my favourite of yours so far - there are so many words I could quote here. Absolutely stunning.
ReplyDeleteLove this one Neva, "ink waking up the words" wonderful
ReplyDeleteWell done and said Neva.
ReplyDeleteForm and feeling are here exquisitely combined to create a truly memorable and intensely evocative poem. I shall commit many of these lines to memory. Thank you Neva.
ReplyDeleteBeautful and so full of layers. Thank you to Kadekmedien for pointing me over here
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is exquisite Neva. I so enjoy just resting in the words.
ReplyDeleteYou had me at the first line Neva!
ReplyDeleteOh my, Where My Soul Bleeds is so beautiful Neva. The title of this poem is one for the ages.
ReplyDeleteCould these lines actually be what I believe they are?
ReplyDeleteI search these lines of poetic grace and I'm embraced, by a soul, a caring soul that bleeds with this world in pain, drained, with all that is cast at its feet.
Is it possible, very probable, that this poem is a revelation of what is happening of late?
I sense a bleeding heart full of pain, agony, love towards humanity. A humanity defenceless against generations of darkness.
Could this be?
Lovely poem Neva, as usual inspiration from devotion.
Dear Lady ,
ReplyDeleteYou weave such a fantastic tapestry of Life. Within and without.You let that ink flow from your soul with true Love of the words. A story is as deep as the soul that shares it with us in understanding. Beautiful Empathy.
Thank You,Neva
Vivid and passionate
ReplyDeleteYes I would follow that ink trail until it spelled one word...Stop.
ReplyDeleteGreat beauty of writing. This poem is remarquable tres touchant ... merci Neva ~~
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