Monday, July 2, 2012

Teardrops On the Feet of Strangers - July 02, 2012

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
on the heart of me. 

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm


  1. nice...that first stanza has such smooth rhythm...and i love the relief in that last stanza of realizing they were always there...right under the skin...

  2. I think you are seeing through a new set of eyes lately Neva. This piece is simply put one of the best pieces of poetry I have had the pleasure of reading and I personally rank it with Bukowski's CONFESSION which perhaps until I read this was my favorite piece of poetry.

  3. Plus que magnifique
    c'est sublime Neva
    merci pour le partage .