I am always rendered speechless at your efficient use of words! I most certainly felt like I was a part of this poem and I was the antagonist! It just has that effect of drawing me into that role. Well done! The evolutionary process of the persona was not only subtle. It was necessary. I long for words like these to sleep peacefully on my pages ^_^
Ive been told i have to learn to be this way....i just dont know if i can do that!!.....made me grin!....so very 'cool' in the end.....haha....i actually heard the tone of voice and saw the face and body language...hehe
haha...
its amazing how you manage to capture how people answer one way in their mind, and another out loud
the "real" and "polite" version
the ending
"I slept fine."
"And you?"
comes across as slightly rebelious (if that is the word...though its not the right word to use i think),
as if the person didnt want to admit the longing to the other person
and also like a dare, "And you?"
as, and you? did you want me as much as i want you...
did you think of me as well, when i was thinking of you...
and so on, so much in that "And you?"
Very well written... I enjoyed the images as the mind plays tricks on the heart as the longing grows, I loved the dream like state this poem possessed.
Fantastic journey. I felt I was part of your dream that wasn't there. It almost sounds like you're describing intimate strangers, people who share a bed but not their souls.
You are just one of my very favorite poets here. Everytime I think that I've found my favorite of your works, you write a new favorite. This was an amazing picture of longing accross the miles. Not JUST a lustful longing, but a longing rooted in so much more.
My new favorite of your works and going into my favorites.
love the ending... it's amazing how our heart can be pounding, crying out from within and yet somehow our body and mind pushes thru the pain and we carry on without anyone really knowing the struggle that ensues... Well written Emily
Ohh, Emily, this one is a painful one. I know those nights too ... but I sleep alone every night now.
Very poignant and heartfelt writing. Maybe it is time for one of those walks in the meadow again, Spring is right around the corner and maybe this time, he will go with you.
All of the words gone unsaid could construct whole worlds of there own. To be a poet in every grace of the step, and to walk the words you've penned is to live whole memories over again. Prose worth reading twice over, if not three.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..