Learning

Learning

A Poem by Emily B
"

and I still have so many things to learn

"

 

Your words flow

out of their banks

like fresh rivulets

that have never

been downstream.

 

My mind grabs the big ideas,

turns them over

and washes them in the cool,

clear water

at the edge of the river.

 

Little toy boats play

in the quiet wave

before being swept away

knowing loss

but not a name for it.

  

I know more than

I think I do, sometimes

sitting quietly at the river,

letting my thoughts

collect gently into

coherent, cohesive ideas.


Softly flowing words

carry me beyond myself,

to the far reaches

of everything

I've never known.

 

I walk away with

a shiny pebble

washed smooth by time

 

found reflected back

in the clear pool.

 

© 2010 Emily B


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This is an old fav of mine. It is a joy to read again. I love the idea of taking someone's else's ideas and washing them in the cool, clear water at the edge of your mind. There is such a slow, dreamy feeling to this. I could could just drift down stream on your words. Lovely.

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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This is an old fav of mine. It is a joy to read again. I love the idea of taking someone's else's ideas and washing them in the cool, clear water at the edge of your mind. There is such a slow, dreamy feeling to this. I could could just drift down stream on your words. Lovely.

Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.

My mind grabs the big ideas,
turns them over
and washes them in the cool,
clear water
at the edge of the river.


Perfect. What wonderful metaphors that you use. It offers such a clear image for something intangible.

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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