Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Serenading Your Basis - Sept. 27, 2011

Serenading Your Basis

You are a perfect branch
from yourself.
I have been waiting
at your roots,
trying to find myself.

Which part of your trunk
do I stem from,
I cry out to the moon.
Am I not a part of you
whose flowers
are in tune?

I am sharing needful moments
full of sensations anew;
becoming naked
with each breath I take,
singing a song
of truth.

Staring into forever
my heart pounds
with hopes and dreams.
I am waiting at your roots,
with beauty bursting
at my seams.

You are a perfect branch,
no need to conform.
I am here
serenading your roots
to become your flowers that adorn.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/25/2011

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Hope's Perfume - Sept. 20, 2011

Hope’s Perfume

Like forgotten lines dancing around love
that never bloomed,
knowing not where to start or end.
You will know when you look
at the blurs that form
when crossing the night
once again.

Stretching across the lines are flowers
that once planned to brush the lips
of all the answers
you need.
Yet, the smile on your face
could change the mind,
overwhelm the heart
of destiny.

In the distance I see rain
coming down from the air of dreams
full of laughs and smiles
taking flight.
I stare for such a long time
knowing it could all soon go away,
and my heart cries
as I write.

Forgotten lines cut into winds
that wander
but have always been right there
dancing around love
that could bloom.
Without moving far off
or crossing the night
we can still
Hope’s perfume.

Neva Flores 09/20/2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Exhaled as Poetry - Sept. 14, 2011

Artist - Yarek Godfrey

Exhaled as Poetry

I feel your tenderness underneath my bare feet;
see my face as a reflection
of a flame, in your eyes.
One thousand teardrops
fell from your heart,
love swallowed each one.
Tasting comfort inside a smile,
a heart grows fond of drinking
love's replies.

Your words fall as leaves
into the river of my heart's desire,
come to life
as I exhale them as poetry.
Each breath I take
rises against another,
creating feelings inside my heart,
ringing in tones that listen to each thought;
bringing such a lovely peace
to me.

I am embraced by breezes
stirred from a lasting love
that has grown strong like an oak tree,
it bends but never breaks.
Love now sails as notes
pouring from my lips.
My heart leaps with joy
and sings replies perhaps unheard,
but felt with each breath
I take.

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/11/2011

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Imperfect Creatures - Sept. 07, 2011

 Imperfect Creatures
The spinning of the Earth is never interrupted
for anyone.
Although, faces of men whisper of experience
between ideas that come undone.

Deep questions slide into all we know to be,
step right in.
Yet, we do not hesitate to look away,
when their hours begin.

Looking back at the summer of our lives,
were we supposed to hold hands?
Perhaps we never tried, or merely gave up
in the end.

Just another minute or two tries not too smile
when reading what's been said.
We wait for justice, and then roll over
playing dead.

Settling in, we do not mention lessons
learned from each moment.
Is this not a step towards
what lies underneath our torment?

Are we running out of time and a foot behind,
because we do not care?
Do we only commit to that which comforts
our own air?

Sometimes I doubt if we closed our eyes for a second
we would see the entire picture,
perhaps because, we refuse to see ourselves
as we are,
Imperfect Creatures

Copyright *Neva Flores @09/05/2011.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Moving Within Your Arms - Sept. 02, 2011

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release
looking at arms saying move
within the magic of me.
Morning brought flames of reason
down to earth
to walk a long road of trust
filling empty spaces
I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm
and my lips knew the pleasure
it bestowed.
Holding in the sound
was much more than I could bear
and nothing would keep me
to feel its flow.

I found a companion
who lit a fire under heartbreak
until it drifted
into a twilight unknown.
Awakening the child inside me
to breathe in a new brightness
of peace,
heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating
to give enough to fill the empty spaces
with trust.
Certainly, as love has a rhythm
my lips are bound
to the flow,
move within your arms,
I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011