In the Evening of Our Minds
The quiet hum of fragile wings of burnished gold
Gently races through a hollow ring
Whirring within falling leaves of ancient trees
A sudden change of season brings
Astounding measures softly wake unchecked lists
Found in all your distant memories
Skating along a lucid sea of hazy dreams
Inside unvisited shades of history
Could we all be listening with enchanted hearing
To the wings lovely whirring hum
Softly waking our most distant memories
Of seasons that did not come
How fragile are those wings of shiny burnished gold
Can they fill the emptiness of the ring
As we recall those unchecked lists of hazy dreams
When those wings of gold come a visiting
In the evening of our minds, we hear the fragile wings
Racing through our list of things to do
We lie wondering if we will ever fill the hollow ring
Before all our change of seasons, say adieu
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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The quiet hum of fragile wings of burnished gold
Gently races through a hollow ring
Whirring within falling leaves of ancient trees
A sudden change of season brings
Astounding measures softly wake unchecked lists
Found in all your distant memories
Skating along a lucid sea of hazy dreams
Inside unvisited shades of history
Could we all be listening with enchanted hearing
To the wings lovely whirring hum
Softly waking our most distant memories
Of seasons that did not come
How fragile are those wings of shiny burnished gold
Can they fill the emptiness of the ring
As we recall those unchecked lists of hazy dreams
When those wings of gold come a visiting
In the evening of our minds, we hear the fragile wings
Racing through our list of things to do
We lie wondering if we will ever fill the hollow ring
Before all our change of seasons, say adieu
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Check out one shot wednesday - a gathering place for poets and writers to read more or link a poem yourself
28 comments:
beautiful imagery,
love the plot and style of word flow.
I agree. Beautiful imagery and subtle message. Your poetry always speaks life. Again, beautiful
I think I may stop posting a comment for every poem you write, Neva, because I sound like a broken record. Henceforth, consider every poem to have my praises pre-disposed. And thank you!
it is beautiful neva...the title plays well with the words...oh to be free of that mind racing from one thing to the next...nice one shot!
Thank you Eric, I am smiling and I appreciate your comments so much :)
Neva... What are you doing to me beautiful. You know, from what I write, that this piece permeates my soul... I love this stanza
How fragile are those wings of shiny burnished gold
Can they fill the emptiness of the ring
As we recall those unchecked lists of hazy dreams
When those wings of gold come a visiting...
Great One Shot Neva. GREAT! Bisous, Love and Light, Sender
Your poem is beautiful.
Have a wonderful day.
My poem is here.
Beautiful, Emotive, a bit Ethereal for me. Thank you.
P.S. I lov eyour blog, we have the same template :)
those wings of gold - the change of seasons...that hollow ring...lovely images - i can hear your mind speaking here..bkm
Enchanted hearing. Love that line. This has such smooth flow and feel. Not to mention the sensuality. I love when all senses are used in writing.
Neva i love the beautiful imagery in the poem....and the picture is captivating. :-)
Lovely work this week. I like the form which intensifies the message and the imagery. Thank you for posting. Gay
Absolutely beautiful, vivid imagery and sentiment...I love this. These two really grabbed me.
Skating along a lucid sea of hazy dreams
Inside unvisited shades of history
Softly waking our most distant memories
Of seasons that did not come
Fantastic, I also love how you use images in alliance with your poems.
Rhe inevitable rush of life and the time constraints so beautifully and delicately expressed.
Time..it is the ultimate thing neva..the truth of it all..and the illusion..lovely one shot! you ROCK :)
Absolutely beautiful, Neva. Emotional, a trait that is enhanced by the delightfully vivid imagery and smooth flow of your words.
Neva, you had me at the title! :)
Beautiful read, my friend.
Deep, full of imagery and it flowed beautifully.
Nice one.
Oh wow ! you rhyme good =) and I read your last two poems too they are great :)
thanks for to visit to As I observed :)
neva...this was beautiful, it seemed to read so softly as if a prayer was being ushered..excellent..pete
Makes me want to get cracking on that list...enchanting poem, Neva.
That's really vivid imagery put molded in a very fine play of words!
The title was quite spellbinding by itself..
The journey thru' this poem takes into our journeys, making us wonder of those delicate fluttering wings of our past, trying to make their into the gardens of our present... hoping that some day, they will take us along with them into their future.. .
This was a very bautiful and haunting sorta poem.. me loves!
The language is lush here, the imagery striking. Nice one.
Reads like the sound of a whisper on the wind ...
This is beautiful. And a little sad, too.
In a word...Contemplative. :)
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