Invocation

Come to me, poet.

Bring me your words.

Whisper them, soft.

Let your voice

carry the longing

of my soul

to the skies.

Sit here beside me.

Stay awhile.

Let your song

match the timbre

of my mood.

 

Reviews

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

I have read, in various places, writers that compare time to a river or a stream; something flowing. Occasionally, there is a reference to the beginning or the end of time. It is compared to sunrise and sunset, birth and death... but always flowing. In truth, it is not that way here in this invocation. Here, time presents itself as a moment; a hard-rock candy that, melting slowly upon the tongue, flavors life and being with a gentle, mournful call for companionship. A heart bared in yearning for one that can share a view of eternity that is at once both blissful and frames prayer as recognition of the unknown and unknowable. If time could speak, what might it say? Could it explain to one caught so fully in it's grasp the true nature of immortality? What words could it use that might lift a silent soulful voice toward a heaven'd sky; where longing and loneliness have no place in the lexicon of that existence? The questions remain. The lessons continue... abide with me.

[Emily B]

your reivew is such a lovely poem . . . thank you for gracing me this morning :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

It was/is a great poem, Emily. Say, is this a form of synergy? :)

[Emily B]

i hope so, it always makes my day brighter to be an inspiration

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

Hum it with me... "Walk on the sunny side..."; don't worry, you are. :D
[REF: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sy1eOLEiyFY]

[Emily B]

mmmm, sweet sunshine :)

[An owl on the moon]

Such a tender piece with the feel of a song... You beautifully express the longing to be known and to know the poetic expressions, the emotions that poetry eludes... Wonderful write.

[Jibey]

Carry me, warm breeze,
Inspiring my words
As you lift me
Into the blue sky
Over the churning sea
Drawn to the one
Who sits in the sun
Her cool cotton dress
Holding her close
As I spill my whispers
Into her ear.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

So that's what that haunting call is singing. I hear it ... we all do ... we all spend some our time walking zombie-like through our days arranging words in our heads. You have translated the cry to words so beautifully. I wonder if this might be perfectly appropriate for page one?

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

a magical write... I think that connects to one another lies within our writings as we share feelings letting others know they are not alone in their thought or open each others minds to new possibilities.

[Antony]

Emily, you are that gentle softness we often look for in our poetry, there is something about your writing that lulls us, everything becomes serene when I read your work.
Antony

[KUFU]

You wrote:

"Let your song
match the timbre
of my mood."

...a nice synchronized exit just as the entry was. ("judges..." 8.9, 9.0, 9.5...)

[Gandré]

Emily, this is so innocent, once again ... this is a tribut to all poets.. I feel so well with your poem.. a melody next to my heart. thank you dear Emily for reading my small philosophical poem. It is simply about what above so below. our brains is the image of the universe and everything is the same.

[Cardinal Robin]

Let my words light the stars
Your eyes will warm me like candles
Let your voice carry me to the heavens
and my Soul will reveal to you at last
that you were never alone,
not while I was wide awake
with the thought, the dream
of hearing my words from your heart
and your prayers from mine...
Robin

[Doug]

i liked this. straight to the point. i hope your poet responds, but i'm with gabe. i can't wait until you branch out into ruthless carnage!

-doug-

[JP thinks the WC is apt..]

This is a lovely, lilting and lyrical piece, if you'll excuse the alliteration. There's also something very comforting about and it's delicate and precise.

P.S: Wouldn't you agree that there's been a lamentable lack of alliteration lately?

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