Peripheral Vision by BJ Neblett

New day; new beginning; new poem. Starting over is never easy no matter where or from what you are starting again. (Didn't I write a poem about that?) Anyway, enjoy this new poem as you enjoy your own fresh start, even if it is just a fresh new day. And please be sure to check out my latest blog, the link is to the right, and my new story Ponytail - Never Say Uncle in the new issue of Romance Magazine. Just click the image on the right. Please like, link, comment and share the love.
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Peripheral Vision

BJ Neblett

© 2014

Gone from my sight

Not from my mind

Memories remain

I hear your voice

I feel your heat

I taste your tears

A blind man stumbling

Amorphous visions

Whisper to my ear

Tell me you’re near

Tease and torment

Bitter and sweet

Memories remain

Gone from my sight

Not from my heart

                        Seattle, WA

                        July, 2014

Heart and Soul by BJ Neblett

"The past is a hotel. You can check in any time, enjoy the view. But you can't live there, the cost is too high."
                                                          Elysian Dreams by BJ Neblett
Change is never easy, be it moving across country or moving through the loss of a loved one. I have had my share of moving as well as a loss. You never fully get over either, you just keep going. Here are a couple of poems: an oldie for the heart and a more recent one for the soul.

Untitled

By BJ Neblett

© 1984, 2013

             A single tear

            Washes away

            Water colored lies

            Slain by the guilt

            Of promises broken

            Tomorrow dies

             For Robin

Encore

by BJ Neblett

© 2009, 2013

Starting over

                        again

Tired old city tired old faces

Tired old friends

Been there and done that

Like a stuck record

                                    repeat           repeat

                                                repeat           repeat

Tired old questions tired old answers

Tired old fears

Starting over

                        again

Different city different faces

Different friends

Carousel of time

Ticket paid with tears

                                                        around

                                       around                   around 

                                                        around

Different questions different answers

Different fears

Starting over

                        again

Greeting challenges seeking horizons

Facing new days

Awaken dreamer

Everest to climb

                                                                        higher

                                                            higher

                                                higher

                                    higher

Answering new questions reaching new horizons

Facing new fears

Starting over

                        no more

Mi Amor Es Tuyo by BJ Neblett

It's been a long crazy summer... then again, isn't that what summers are for: dreamers, lovers and fools?
Here's a new poem inspired by summer loves past and present, forlorn and forgotten.
Enjoy. BJ

Mi Amor Es Tuyo

by BJ Neblett

© 2013

Whatever you do wherever you go

You will always know

My love is yours

Though near though far I’ll be by your side

A heart to abide

My love is yours

Thru space and thru time although we’re apart

You stay in my heart

My love is yours

From valley below to rainbow on high

I’ll shout and I’ll sigh

My love is yours

            As tender as a kiss

            My empty arms enfold you

            And as strong as a tear

            My empty heart longs for you

By day or by night you’ll never regret

Please never forget

My love is yours

I pledge and I vow the words of my song

To never do wrong

My love is yours

Whatever you do wherever you go

May you always know

My love is yours

Whatever you do wherever you go

So you’ll always know

Mi amor es tuyo

The Trouble With Walls by BJ Neblett

The Trouble With Walls

by BJ Neblett

© 2005, 2013

The trouble with walls is

            They can’t feel

They can’t distinguish between love and hate

They just keep things in as well as out

The trouble with walls is

            They have no eyes

No way to see the loss without

No way to know the soul within

The trouble with walls is

            They cannot taste

Outside the rain is as bitter

As the tears that are shed inside

The trouble with walls is

            They cannot hear

Longings of loved ones echo back into the night

The cries of despair are absorbed deep within

The trouble with walls is

            They have no heart

They know nothing of suffering

Have no capacity to understand

But even the strongest of walls are flawed

For they cannot contain the spirit of man

                                    Boston, MA

                                    June, 2005