Emily B : Writing

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A Poem by Emily B


I once read that Emily Dickinson had trouble learning to tell time. I can well understand her hesitation.
she

she

A Poem by Emily B


I don't mean to prowl . . . and stalk . . . my steps aren't as stealthy as the lion-ess . . . I feel more like the satiated she sunning hers..
grief

grief

A Poem by Emily B


from a review of Phibby's poetry . . .
song for a thirsty day

song for a thirsty day

A Poem by Emily B


I find joy in the smallest things, smiles, bare feet in cool water, butterflies, blue skies, sometimes the joy is too much, my h..
talking

talking

A Poem by Emily B


write, write, write
the next part

the next part

A Poem by Emily B


I ama chameleon withmy coat of many colors. Always blending into woodwork. Telling people what they want most to hear. Healing hearts. F..
a forgotten song

a forgotten song

A Poem by Emily B


you said, 'write'. and so, here I am.
after math

after math

A Poem by Emily B


I'm stuck somewhere between the life I should have had and the life I do have until such time as the life I have will be the one I shoul..
a really big poem

a really big poem

A Poem by Emily B


well, maybe not, maybe I'm just in a silly mood
letter to a philosopher

letter to a philosopher

A Poem by Emily B


from an old blog