Unravel the Night - Dec. 29, 2012

 

Liu Zhan

Unravel the Night

Unravel the night as it nods off

to become a wall of darkness

until the sun looks into your eyes

once again

and you feel the pain of truth.

Then tell me what is real

among the promises we have made

and why the blood running through our veins

speaks of us,

as our hearts are seduced.

How can we continue to live on the edge

where each breath we take

challenges our bodies to become

victoriously in control?

When our hearts' wish to speak

of the need to see each other's face

and how love's flame burns

within our eyes then moves

inward to the depth

of our souls.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Climbing Mountains to Catch the Moon - Dec. 26, 2012

 

C.C. Charron 

 Climbing Mountains to Catch the Moon

Some try to convince themselves,
this is the rarest of sensations
as they walk along the edges of a place
where their name is whispered by a spring
that flows to love all. 
Still, we wonder
if it takes a truly perfect heart
beating softly
inside of a self-built cocoon
to be inspired,
hear the call. 

Does nightfall build the pressure felt
of those who fall
until they lower their expectations
find they are climbing mountains
hoping to catch
the silvery moon?
Is it not obvious that these hearts
will travel fearlessly
always bowing their heads
and closing their eyes,
in hope true love
will blossom soon.

I wonder if they have folded their hearts'
around an ache
no one is able to see.
Or if this is only the beginning
of recognizing myself
in their mirror. 
This rare sensation I feel
walking along the same edge
is merely erasing each step
fearlessly taken.
The silvery moon
has not....
grown any nearer.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Two-Same View, Same Beat-One - December 22, 2012

Adam Martinakis

Two-Same View, Same Beat-One

The fire of love clings to hidden winds

and flourishes as it turns

without thought

to envelop the music

of your imagination.

It then peeks at the silence

created by its own tug of war

whispering..........

come one, come all,

feel this sensation.

The fire of love removes all distance,
chants your name
until our bodies  blur space and time
and you and I find
we are viewing the world
through the same pair of eyes.
Between our hearts
we both know
desire feeds the flame,
listen to them beat,
the rhythm.........
is now
the same.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Numbed by "I Don't Care" - Dec. 13, 2012

Obrazek

Numbed by "I Don't Care"

My senses wonder how to find peace
among company not familiar
with the lightest touch.
Even though I have written down
everything of which I dream.
My words are not heralded
by the new age the same
because a pebble
means more to them
than a beautiful sunset's beams.

The youngest
seem to rise inside the walls
with no names,
disguised as sparkling diamonds
known as hope.
I must beware of their winds
as they can overwhelm
the very air I cradle and for which I fight.
Or, I may find my Heaven
has become absent
and that I have given up everything
I know to be right.

I could look straight through the glass
and hear the strangest voices ever
from my reality.
And, I would want to know
what lies at the bottom,
posing as flowers for my hair.
Still, I find there are wrinkles in my climate
painted on the panes of life,
numbed by “I don't care”.

If I tried to escape or perhaps fight
for what I believe,
would I be considered shallow?
Could I still feel   the appeal of peace
or would I want to cover my heart in sleep?
So, I watch the schemes
of those not familiar with the lightest touch
then watch them drink the wine
of what they reap.

Copyright @2012 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

The Sun Can Hear Thunder - Nov. 25, 2012

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 The Sun Can Hear Thunder

I have known that the sun can hear thunder
and how its brightness
can be unfathomable,
like my dreams.
Since the beginning of my pulse
I have been honored
with good days
that left me grateful
inside of the sweetness
never stifling.........
within all it means.

When midnight kisses the glass
that morning has already
tasted......
Like a thirsty spider
crying out........
for the rain.
All of my senses are
swept through
knowing, my words don't fall
on deaf ears......
or stand there,
all wasted.

No, you cannot know how I'm feeling
but that doesn't mean
our world's stopped spinning.
The sun.......
can still hear thunder
in all the ways you love me.
You lift me up
in the midst of a storm.
All my senses are swept through
my words stand in stillness
a storm's ending......
is love's beginning.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

You Never Knew Me - October 27, 2012

Niko Guido -- Photographer

You Never Knew Me

I truly thought
I had found myself
in a wondrous place
where you could truly see me,
and that all my words
were forever immortalized.
Held close.......
inside of your everything,
soft......as a breeze.

I laughed as you stared
into my eyes, asking my name.
With my heart in your hands
and the moonlight
at your beck and call.
Then......watching you walk away,
I smiled.......
even though I realized
you never knew me
at all.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

When Time Hands Me Leave to Love You -- October 18, 2012

 Marta Dahlig

When Time Hands Me Leave to Love You

Unfilled dreams visit me
and I pretend
thundering pain does not touch my soul
when I can't hear you say,
“I love you”
before I lay me down to sleep.
Still, I wonder
if I called out on the coldest night
would I hear nothing
but silence
inside the dreams
I keep.

In the morning hours
I write your name
in the air
with a hand of power,
creating an image
of  love's fire
that can never be lost
in thought.
A delightful understanding
becomes a sensation of living
with the eyes of my heart
wrapped around the words
I have sought.

My mind sings our story
even when I am alone.
It shouts
from an ocean
of heaven
with a tune swinging
to the countless beat
of our future need.
It paints our past
with long strokes of feeling
outside of  all the years
that were hidden
by a shadow's greed.

Here I stand as I am
with an invitation
circling my heart
creating a place
for you to be
when time hands me leave
to love you
with every breath
I breathe.
Although, I may not hear the words
from your lips
the eyes of my heart
hear you speak
with ears........
that see.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

When She Writes About the Rain - Oct. 01, 2012

Angels by Anna Zero1

When She Writes About the Rain

There is a massive distance
between her smile and tears
when she writes about the rain.
Because her faded dreams
put her mind at ease
behind the places
where she stands
in pain.

Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone.
She writes lines
which intrigue mysteriously.
You can see her words dance
where she's walked,
when dawn breaks
across the trees.

The inner deepness of her words
hold on to each cloud,
crying out to the depths
of our bones.
They tell us our worst hours
contain the time outside
of her faded dreams
and that they too.....
will soon be gone.

When she writes about the rain
we smile
behind the places
where we stood in pain.
You can see her words dance
where she's walked,
knowing......
they never speak
in vain.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

I Brushed My Hand Across What You Said - Sept. 18, 2012

 Danielle Richard

I Brushed My Hand Across What You Said

I brushed my hand across what you said
then remembered
the exact moment I discovered
my favorite hiding place
where my heart could take deep breaths
and move away from the shadows
speaking as echoes across my mind.
I could feel them move far, far away
from my beating heart
taking me to heights
where I could escape to a better place,
I thought I'd never find.

The deepest pain.....all the hurt I feel,
becomes trivial in this journey
where I define myself
and rises above my existence
here in the solitude
I find
within this hiding place.
Here, my heart becomes softly addicted
to leaving behind
the complications which cling
to the railings
of all my inspiration
when I attempt to write
the song of a nightingale
and every bad memory.........
erase.

Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Sign Your Name on My Skin - August 21, 2012

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Sign Your Name on My Skin

Sometimes I cannot keep part of me
from asking the stars
where comfort can be found
without weaving the desperation
I feel under my skin
into a rope
that wraps around my tears of sadness.
I am left watching hours
take in the days
and never quite understanding how laughter
can tell someone to call out to the sky
then break and run
on the legs
of sheer madness.

My skies shouldn't tell me to get lost
inside of all I know
when I long to create an ocean of language
we both can plainly speak
without ever feeling any pressure.
When tomorrow rings in the beginning
of what lies under all that I know to be
held in a distant place,
draped in shimmering hope ,
shall I watch you
write your name on my skin
while I cry out in pleasure?

I never asked for you to bring me a garden full of lies
where one has to work
in the shadows of forgetfulness
inside of a life with a smile that fades
as I regain my sanity.
The truth can be grown in silence
then burn brightly
as part of nothing and still lie beyond
that which soothes our hands
when they tremble
because we can smell the crow
we have to eat so humbly.

Listen to the lines you missed
when you stepped
into the shoes of a man
who no longer relied
on all of his senses
when you began your journey of echoes
where stars once danced.
Do you remember empty promises
as they run through the days
silent..........
even though you sing?
Take a chance and lose your mind
when you find there is no way out,
as you rush to remind your tears,
of how they sting.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Pouring Hope On the Shadows of My Broken Heart - Aug. 6, 2012

 Arcipello

Pouring Hope On the Shadows of My Broken Heart

Like a bird I breathed in time
from the star of an evening
filled with two shades of laughter.
I wandered with an empty heart,
seeing faces
that frightened all the love
from the last time
those three little words
floated silently
into spaces
where nothing......
is sheltered.

Different images hold my head up
as if saying
all I ever wanted to be
can be found,
if I move my feet
instead of trying to tame all I look upon
and have become acquainted with.
Nothing smiles at the shadows
left by my broken heart
here on the sidewalk of
“Never Again, I Said.”

Should I pour colored hope
over what could have been a breath of time
and watch the light of the evening star
return warmth
to a water-painted canvas of laughter
we both can hear?
Allow my heart to be filled
with two shades of beauty
so those three little words
can float into spaces.......
held dear.

Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Teardrops On the Feet of Strangers - July 02, 2012

Karol Bak

Teardrops On the Feet of Strangers

My heart played notes
inside the margins of time
in repeated sighs
while the world kept rhythm
on my self-esteem
with the feet of strangers.
Still, last night
I wrote lines about life and love
that whispered come dance with me,
kiss away........
my jaded words of anger.

I raised my glass to life
then ran
from the very air I once breathed in
and called a masterpiece,
because each breath I took in
made me stand tall.
Until, I found I had been feasting
on teardrops telling me
I had gone astray
each time.......
they'd start to fall.

You were there all along
singing I love you
underneath my skin
while each breath I took
cried out
inside the margins of time perfectly
and my heart played notes
until my teardrops dried
on the feet of strangers
walking.......
on the heart of me. 

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Lightning Strikes the Coolest Clear - June 22, 2012

Lightning at Huntington Beach, Ohio 

Photograph by James Larkin

Lightning Strikes the Coolest Clear

When lightning strikes the coolest clear
you can see me standing
in my own skin,
not playing with the sky
to get a different song or dance.  
Still, Darkness places his fingers inside me,
encourages me to write,
to respond as if my name is without
life's second chance.

I think of asking why
my eyes relentlessly search
for lost time
through a window
I should have forgotten
before my eyes
even took it in.  
Instead, I leave the view
to face itself
swim into the ocean
I call Serenity,
softly sing my song of peace
once again.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Dancing Inside the Stillness of My Soul - June 19, 2012

Jia Lu

Dancing Inside the Stillness of My Soul

 

There were days
I fell into a whirlwind
where sunlight glittered
then escaped.
I was proud
to count each move made
as a gift.
Sometimes, underneath my eyes
I could see a kiss
deep inside an ocean
of a thousand stars
looking up
at my lips.

Often, I wished
to be still
inside my soul
find a shelter
where I could dance
just one more time,
to verses I wrote
just for you.
Thinking,
perhaps then,
I could fade hypnotically
into your thoughts,
find the sweetest truth.

For endless days now,
I have stared at empty paper
trying to remember
your voice
and capture how much I love you
inside a metaphor.
I found I only fell back
into a whirlwind
where sunlight glittered
then escaped
my heart
only loved you more.

Last night, underneath my eyes
I once again
saw a kiss
deep inside an ocean
of a thousand stars
filled with your face
and my own.
There, I danced
inside the stillness of my soul
within the shelter
of your arms,
found in your eyes,
my home.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Insanity Stares at My Mouth - June 15, 2012

Jerico Santander

Insanity Stares at My Mouth

Flashes of denial campaign
undiscovered in my ears
while laughter sounds out like static
from a land where words
expose their wonder.  
What lies beneath
waves of pleading promises
that lie touching my heart
like winds of change
bring on thunder?

Has my existence flown
to find the answers
inside of years
up on the silent mountaintop
that I once called
my home?
I find that now I live with chaos
looking in my windows
at every single hollow place
it sees
when I am sitting
all alone.

Insanity is everywhere
I see it staring at my mouth
as honesty spews on everything
I deny to be,
while in all of my despair
I hear words
laughing out at me.
I breathe in deep then lift the voice
with which I write
and wait........
for my pen to bleed.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

With My Naked Soul - June 8, 2012

Marie Grimaud

With My Naked Soul

Dark cascading whispers hide
within your serenity
from painful hours that have fallen
like leaves
in your sleep.
If I could bury those hours
deep away from where you think
perhaps your heart would no longer suffer,
and your peace, you could keep.

Inside of a daydream or two
containing soothing moments,
I would love
to softly caress your hands
with the gladness in my heart.
I would send a smile to sit
inside the place that you call home
when your eyes are open
and your visions
holding sharp.

I would dance upon your chest
with my naked soul,
if it would take away the painful hours
your mind continues
to be faithful to.
Don't you know that life itself
has written your name
on everything known as me
and that I was born
to comfort you?

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Stop Touching Each Hurt - May 30, 2012

 "Release" Autumn Skye Morrison

Stop Touching Each Hurt

I heard silence in the cobwebs
of your soul
while everything else walked
as if lost
inside of the belief
that all you see is black and white.
Then, I watched you crawl in search of truth
among faces with eyes
that held the illusion of everything
you think you want in life.

Your fingertips seem to know more
about your emotions
than your tears do
because you touch each hurt
your heart mentions
until they bleed.
I watch you pause,
and look over your shoulder
for yesterday
almost as if you wish
it would never leave.

I wonder if you will ever learn
how simple
the feel of your own skin
could be
if you would just not let anger write its name
on your walls carelessly.
Perhaps then, you could see the sunlight
of a brand new day
and accept the shades of gray
that color me.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Midnight Leaps Into a Different Glory - May 25, 2012

Michael Dumas

 

Midnight Leaps Into a Different Glory

Midnight leaps into a different glory,
can you see the silence
masking the world as it changes?
If we listen to the wind
lost souls will speak of love
found within walls
where soft lips eloquently tell
of simple grace and praises.

Stop and look upon a puzzle
where no noise can be heard
but a light shines here and there
burning the same as warm champagne.
Subtle I want you’s fill the air
with smiles,
removing cries,
painting over the pain.

Watch the way satisfaction focuses
on the windowsill of beauty
then places its hope
in the experience proved.
This is when music is made for guidance
and is felt softly inside your head,
heard each time you move.

Our thirst is quenched then framed by a smile
that courageously enters
like the voice of the sun.
Existence writes notes delivered by birds
who wait to tell our story
in ways that move us into one.

Who saw midnight
when it leaped into a different glory?
Could it have been the eyes
that saw silence masking?
Masking into the tapestry
that speaks of love
found within the walls
and is ours for the asking.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

While the World Waits to Rebuild My Pain - May 24, 2012

Sergey Kustarev

While the World Waits to Rebuild My Pain

Hypnotic air looks at my heart
while the world waits
to rebuild the pain of old wounds
by turning back and twisting words.
Still, I offer up heaven as I write
inside a web of remembrance
where a fire burns in the darkness
of everything I ever said
that was not heard.

Overnight the feelings of innocence
tremble on my shoulders
but the night still asks me
where you are
when I look out the window.
I began to wonder
if I spelled out storm
inside my web
to create a field capable of keeping
this smile on my face
sweet.......
and oh so slow.

One day I will walk to a place I know
where there are rooms
where I can escape from the world
waiting to rebuild my pain.
I will then write with naked eyes
words that tell shattered glass
to be silent
while hypnotic air
becomes a gateway
for my smile's refrain.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

The Wildest Loneliness - May 20, 2012

 Alexander Khomenko Photography

 The Wildest Loneliness

 

Sometimes, it seems that everything
my heart keeps as truth
I take with me
and lock deep inside of I am sorry
as I breathe the air twisted in the places
where I sleep.
Yet, there still exist nights
where there is no bed I can dream in
where I do not hear a melody
that feels naturally sweet.

Often, I stand in the corner
of all I have missed
then find myself walking proudly
beside the wildest loneliness
lying deep inside of
my stubborn heart.
Then suddenly,
my head clears inside of a silence
and I write poems
from the hands of angels
until the wildest loneliness
has to part.

Fill This Old House With Poetry - May 19, 2012

Photography by ilya rashap

Fill This Old House With Poetry

Long ago the sun filled this old house with poetry
inspired by our laughter.
We stood right here
by the fireplace taking pictures
to wake memories and move our hearts
with reasons
to hold hands once again.

We are now alone inside these rooms
where our hearts
endure the stampede of dissolving laughter
and I find that I want the sun
to fill this old house again with poetry
that sails inside
all that we are.

Oh, if only sounds of laughter like magic
would fill our hearts with warmth
and we could be as trees
that feel the flowers around their roots
perhaps then,
we could leave these rooms.

Then we could remember the pictures
we took by the fireplace
like a brisk prick
to what is lost and forgotten
and wake memories
that once again
fill this old house
with poetry.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Looking Into the Transparency of Your Soul - May 08, 2012

 Looking Into the Transparency of Your Soul

Transparency of your soul looks me in the eye
and I can see the weight of the world
breathing possessively
as you whisper why.
I can read your thoughts better
than I can read your lips
and there is no question
as to what the words mean
delivered.........
with your each and every sigh.

I believe someone told you
the world wears a veiled smile
and attempts
to cling deceptively to your every breath
like a warrior breaks all stillness.
Yet, I see that you are not afraid
to sit and think
about how great men can fall in a moment
when preyed upon...........
by life's unwillingness.

Come with me when your heart aches
from standing in the shadows
of those thoughts
that have been tucked away
in the air you breathe.
Always remember that our time
waits in a path of sunlight
lying beyond the stillness
that will never fade
from all.........
that we can feel
and see.

Yes, the fingertips of happiness
strum my words
setting fires ablaze
so you can see me looking
into the transparency of your soul.
Everything is well-defined
even if it seems out of your control
and there is no need to apologize
when the weight of the world
keeps you.....
from feeling whole.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Even When I Know You Lie to Me - May 07, 2012

Lovely Fotos

Even When I Know You Lie to Me

The beat of my heart makes it difficult
not to be blinded
by the reality of my own thoughts
when they are broken down within the sounds
of my dreams.
Yet, no one hears the wind
running through my mind
and I find nothing is
as it seems.

All I do is race to hide from the smoke of lies
to find subtle truth
inside of uncertainties colors
but what I come across
means nothing to you.
When I drift off to sleep I bleed mirrored glass
until I forget about the bruises
for a moment
or two.

I want someone to listen to the words I speak
even when breezes fill their hands
and time goes by quicker
than the air they tasted.
No longer do I wish to live and breathe
In this life of empty rooms
where my heartbeat
is wasted.

Tonight I sit and weave faith upon grounds
where forever
I have searched through eyes
that paint my mistakes with words
of ecstasy.
Yet still, the beat of my heart
makes it difficult
not to be blinded by love,
even when
I know....
you lie to me.

Copyright ©20l2 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Keen - May 06, 2012

 A little something I wrote poking fun at myself........


 Keen

There once was a poetess with a thesaurus
As big as the Adriatic Sea
She hunted down words in her book so absurd
Then tortured the world with these

She wrote lavish poems about simple drivel
Using words unknown to you and me
Inspissating her plots so we would think she was not
The hare-brain her friends knew her to be

A plethora of words she abused along with our minds
As she wrote of the redolent roses
Why could she not say how sweet they smelled
Before she beleaguered all of our noses

Now her poems are a panoply of quintessential bliss
If you have any idea what that means
I surely do not and have no intent of learning
So for now I will say she is keen

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Silence Speaks - May 05, 20l2

Silence Speaks

Moments full of thoughts
live inside
the spiderwebs running through my mind
they are colder than the brick
of my will.
Like the gates of a carnival
never tell the answer
to their riddles
so my thoughts
walk.........
with no favor of you still.

Vast lengths of my attention
have been ringing through time
and unraveling
into problems with every second
passing by.
Yet,
the silence
I write across these pages
says more about how I feel
than you know
or care........
to recognize.
.
.
.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

My Fingertips Find Your Picture - May 04, 20l2

 Man Ray Photography

My Fingertips Find Your Picture

I caressed your face in a picture of you
with fingertips wanting to know
how the light fills your eyes.
Immediately my fascination turned
into a rushing drive
held perfectly in the middle
of where your heart touches the warmth
of all my memories.

These thoughts alone gather
to capture the moon,
can you not see me wrapped
in continuous seasons
when I walk under the same sky
above where you sit?
My mind wanders and I close my eyes,
wishing you were here,
my fingertips find your picture,
caress your lips.

Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

The Earth is Still Warm - April 24, 2012

Beautiful Landscape Wallpapers

 The Earth is Still Warm

When I am not with you,
the earth is still warm
from hours that are seen no more.
I can feel the rhythm of yesterday
asking questions
when everything collects on the currents
of our own shadows.

I cast last night among the hills
where we were young and thoughtless
peered above the words
Standing
before my eyes.
Where butterflies lived inside a song
Waiting
for the world to sing.

Looking to tell a story
somehow different
from any
ever written down,
I began unlocking the mysteries of life.
I found that the beauty
of growing old
had kept its secrets well,
from my ears.

In the middle of the wonder
there must surely
lay a seed of hope in the meadows
where you and I saw fireflies
in the still of night.
Perhaps there,
we can still hear the echo
of its footsteps.

Eternity wanders through my mind
seeking praise
while the breath of truth
shows the world its strong arms.
Life awakens
to close the door on lessons learned
and yet, the earth
is still warm.

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

When My Memories Lay My Soul Bare - April 17, 2012

 Black and White Dreaming by Orzz

 When My Memories Lay My Soul Bare

Deep within me I press rewind
and beyond the calm lies choices
that take every part of me
and find the days when my memories
lay my soul bare.
This is when I remember taking fire
when I walked as a child,
always feeling
I was never too young
to know what was mine
even a thousand years ago.

I know the name
of the one I see in the mirror
and that she is called by an ancient feeling
staring into infinity
as she pleases.
She holds on to the sands
of the deepest abyss
until each grain
falls under her trance
and is prepared to fight
every other whisper
other than her own.

Every single day,
I drink the warm tears attempting
to control my smile
while realizing how much I need
to touch the ground
above my shadow.
Soon my mind is filled
with the loneliness of winds.
I know I can move beyond them
and can always keep them
from filling my soul.

Drops of rain come full circle
making ready
to sweep across the crest of my fears
reminding me
I have fought distance and ghosts
on journeys slow to end.
My spirit is not brittle
and I will remain inspired
even when I press rewind
and my memories
lay my soul bare
once again.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Where Are You? - April 04, 2012

Faraz-Sayyadi

Where Are You?

Sometimes words sit screaming inside a chasm 

asking, “where are you”,
like a nightmare intimately breezes
from a cage fashioned for anyone
it recognizes first.

On the coldest of nights you can see their pain
in lines that make you close your eyes
for reasons
that you may not want to know.

Running takes you nowhere
when words scream out “I want you”
then entwine themselves
around the flesh
of your pen.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Outside of the Lines - March 25, 2012

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Outside of the Lines

Whispers from nowhere reach beneath light
cutting through the love
I feel for you,
playing inside of my thoughts.
I think of their sound,
how I feel them in the air I breathe
and when I sleep,
how they call from every mountaintop
I have ever sought.

I find I am defining their promises
every morning
in the hush of silence
and as I write I welcome them
into the rooms of me.
I lend them my fingertips
to search for the sunlight
of my feelings
until I hear the words
that rhyme
with we.

A reflection of the whispers can be tasted
when it drifts in
with the morning's expectations
as if it flew from a cage
of intimacy.
My air is filled with love
crying out to my heart
that this time it will not be broken
nor lie alone as I breathe.

Whispers from nowhere lead me into spaces
outside of the lines I write,
where I can feel
your embrace.
The strings of my heart
stand still to be strummed
into place
as the promise of your fingertips
searches for the sunlight
on my feelings' face.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Misconception Passes Forgotten - March 20, 2012

 Mary Jane Ansell

Misconception Passes Forgotten

Some days you hold a bed of roses as only a state of mind
Promises seem to be forgotten in drifting pieces
Wondering how absence thinks of ways to make fonder
A heart that watches time burning bridges  
With faith that never ceases

So often an eager crowd serves a master of lonely places
You can hear them whispering words of praise
They are swirling in a powerful roundabout of illusion
Spent in rooms where the only way out
Cannot be paraphrased

Some have chosen their scars as seed to plant in rows
Then wonder why their fields are full of pain
Aside from sorrow can you imagine what could dwell
As rows of beautiful flowers in the heart
Where love remains

We hear I am sorry in a moment that passes forgotten
On days when a bed of roses does not exist
Should we choose to serve a master of lonely places
Or plant seeds of forgiveness in our fields
From unclenched fists

© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

Time Ached to Feel No More - March 15, 2012

Jean-Paul Avisse

Time Ached to Feel No More

They asked me to define how hours
could see lovers
calling out for water
when they turned life's wheel
of loveliness.
So, I drew an outline of burning fire
around the flower of miracles
growing in between a love
that knows no rest.

I showed them letters containing precious memories
as reminders of horizons
with rising answers
only considered by the sea.
Then, I became a still small voice
and one by one
showed them blank pages
now filled with moments
love had somehow
called out to be free.

Hours stirred two hearts
suspending them inside their own music
where they flew on wings of delight
in quiet ecstasy.
Until time ached to feel no more
and could only send in hours
to fill those blank pages
with the answers
to why lovers called out for water
to protect the love
that grows
between you and me.

Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

A Heaven Born of Words - March 09, 2012

 Image Origin  A Heaven Born of Words

Winding roads envelop mornings
changing how I feel
as the sun rises
over half a million faces
all aglow.
The air bears the scent of flowers
like those I have seen
within blue flames of truth
on the horizon of nothing more
than how your presence
seeks my attention
like falling snow.

I feel my pulse expanding
and I grow weak
as my skin glows soft
like poems
that have kissed the roses
around my thorns,
and my soul keeps the best of you
in my hands.
My joy crashes
against sands pure as thoughts
of the wildest forest
embracing its own lands.

Your voice finds me
with an understanding
that springs into my mind
making the ground I walk on
become a heaven
born of words.
I smile secretly, as if I have begun
to read something
living inside a storm
rushing to be let in
and dancing on paper
to be heard.

Half a million faces
and all I see is yours,
telling me
I am the treasure you find
on those winding roads.
The air bears the scent of flowers
from fields
that continue to live
throughout the winter
warmed by blue flames of truth,
seeking my attention
like falling snow.

Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

All My Heart Can Do - Feb. 27, 2012

 Regard by Emmanuel Garant

All My Heart Can Do

You hold me deep inside my bones
with thoughts that wander
to be born again
each morning.
Yesterday whispers
until my body sings
to be seduced
and I fall in love with you
once again,
without warning.

You are a spirit,
one could say,
delicately racing
through all I reach out
to feel.
Each night you rage
like an ocean
inside the softest image,
and all my heart can do..
is humbly kneel.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

My Voice Dances Across the Page - Feb. 13, 2012

My Voice Dances Across the Page

Does my voice look at itself in the mirror
and see eyes lost in a desert
where butterflies
welcome one drop of rain,
or eyes that dance
inside a cup full of yesterdays
I cannot get back again?

Are there words my voice hears
that capture my heart
like music
and make me learn
my own path to walk,
existing inside of the joy
I find on a blank page
where my ink whispers to talk?

Could my voice be beautiful as a picture
painted inside a quiet heart
reaching out to be heard
time and time again
as if it walks seeking peace
inside of my every single word?

My voice looks at itself in the mirror
and sees that time is precious
in these eyes daring to look back
the same,
it picks up my pen
like a long lost friend
who never forgets my name.

My voice is not lost in a desert
bound eternally
to seek out the rain
nor does it dance
inside a cup full of yesterday.
It sings across these blank pages
whispering
in the ink of my ways.

Dedicated to  my Poetic Mentor Gary Pegoda who has taught me much about expressing my voice.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstormm

I Love - Falling Without Expectations - Feb. 09, 2012

 -Nirrimi Hakanson

I Love - Falling Without Expectations

 

I love falling without expectations,
seeing yes in the garden of your eyes.
Being blinded
as if the earth moved
when we are sharing
the same sweet skies.

I love feeling as if I have been struck
clear to my soul.
When I run headlong into your arms and find
the half of me that is,
only with you, becomes whole.

I love the moments when I can sit very still
and get lost in the light of you.
The brilliancy of your heart
outshines any diamond
in expressions of love’s hue.

I love how you roll into the air
as a whispered voice,
from lips confessing love reigns
inside your heart.
The sound takes me places
where my heart leaps to start.

I love waiting to relive the treasure
of velvet minutes I hold of you
in my memory.
They are the sweetest interruptions
and I will embrace them
forever, lovingly.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm