Monday, June 20, 2011

Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name - June 20, 2011




Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name

Folded waves savor what now humbles my soul
Last night hangs overhead
The birth of time is felt on my bare arms
I shiver in a paradise of crimson red

Still water has no name beyond my thoughts
All of my wishes are buried in rooms
Unheard guests that sleep on my horizon
Once howled at the silvery moon

All night I have watched what I cannot name
In a garden where soil conceals
What is suddenly blooming only half there
Surface loosens, breath revealed

The issue of days has now salted my fire
Marked its initials on my face
As tracks of tears I wept for blooms
No longer in this place

Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight
Sings the desire of my soul
Stirred watching what I cannot name
Inside of waves that fold

Garden soil delivers and my soul is humbled
Though weary and down trodden
Blooms return within the folded waves
I see what I’ve forgotten

Copyright *Neva Flores @2011

15 comments:

  1. And it all comes rushing back...

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  2. magnificent Neva...my favorite part:

    "The issue of days has now salted my fire
    Marked its initials on my face
    As tracks of tears I wept for blooms
    No longer in this place"

    The garden imagery of what is concealed in the soil and also the phrase "folded waves"...all create a rich, rich poem.

    BEautiful my dear!

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  3. Beautiful poetry, though I had to read it a couple of times to get the full majesty. Love the picture too.

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  4. Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight
    Sings the desire of my soul
    Stirred watching what I cannot name
    Inside of waves that fold

    Magnificent poem ((((Neva)))

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  5. Yearnings and longings with a remarkable imagery in these verses.

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  6. I agree with the comments of LauraX. She seems to have deep knowledge of poetic vision and the yearning of the captive soul. Well done Neva my friend.

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  7. Neva you amaze me every poems...
    the pictures are so touching ..
    a pleasure to read. xox

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  8. This is so incredibly beautiful I don't know wehre to begin my comment...how about one big WOW! Each word is inticately chosen and your phrases build upon one another. Such beauty and depth of emotion. I love this one!

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  9. The title drew me in, as did every line and image in this sensitive poem. Love it!

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  10. neva neva neva; no one in the history of mankind can write like you. you are incredible in your writing. definitely not one to compete with!!!!

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  11. "All of my wishes are buried in rooms"

    So sad,so true.

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  12. Waves folding into your blooming garden; raise half-blooming memories of half-forgotten. With shivering shimmering arms, red paradise gives the needed light to remember and bloom again the blossoms of your heart's desire. Lady in red dances in delightful movement through her beautiful red blossoms set awave by the endless sea.

    Beautiful writing, Neva.

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  13. We all at time need a kick in the ass to remember what it is we fight for and live for. Good reminder Neva!

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  14. Glorious Vision , Waken the soul! Thank You,
    Dear Neva

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  15. This leaves me sad, to remember what I have forgotten.

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