In the Midst of a Journey
In the midst of a journey within a look of the sweetest eyes
I would imagine flowers as the mightiest giants
When I smelled smoke
I would know there was a fire
And my name would be written in sunshine
Instead of words of defiance
I would never be lost or glance behind me at dawn
Blankness would never claim my day
With gladness I would be filled
I would recognize the swords of those
Who were friend or foe
When entanglements came my way
My time would move ever slowly on the best of days
I would hold all the keys to change
And could tell the difference
Between promises made by the way
Without having fear of my life
Being rearranged
Instead in the midst of a journey within this life of my own
There exist giants who are certainly not flowers
Nor do I always smell smoke
When there is fire
My name is not written in sunshine each hour
Yet to the clouds
I will never give power
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
7 comments:
In the middle of the road ahead better get flowers,carming poem.
Rose colored glasses can sometimes tint our view of reality. It is wise to remove them from time to time and readjust our view to that of reality.
Wonderful write! :)
wow neva, you are awesome girl in your poetry. you truly amaze me the longer you have been writing. seems like you are always getting better each time. your writing is like a real professional old world poetess you are worth big bucks in your writing!!!!!!!
you know...this was great...and very apropo for my life right now...and i will not give the clouds power right now either...
Neva I can relate to this one very much....it is written brilliantly...you have such a beautiful blog....hope all goes well for you. :-)
I am left with the sense that the discovery of self (and the limitations of that) is exactly what is right and makes someone the person they are...
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