Borrowed

Borrowed

A Poem by Emily B

 

I borrowed some words once

found them floating on the wind.

They were breezy little words

full of fun and laughter.

I held them close.

We smiled and sang.

And letter by letter,

I spelled them out

for you to see.

 

No, the poem's not signed.

Foolish man--these words

were never mine

to begin with.

 

They were only borrowed

from the wind.

 

© 2008 Emily B


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gorgeous. i adore the ending - "the little man" and words being borrowed from the wind so you can't claim them as your own! fantastic idea. :)

"I held them close.

We smiled and sang."

adorable. the lilting laughing quality of those lines is adorable, and really catches the reader.



Posted 16 Years Ago


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Breezy, indeed! Enjoying the moment, holding close but not too tight. Letting go when it's time. C'est la vie, c'est la vie. Lovely.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lovely alliteration...this one reminds me of a gentle breeze...you are a special one to evoke such warmth from within this world weary essence...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love this one, absolutely perfect. What a concept. Powerful and very easy to connect with. Very elegant. I think it also hints that most of our ideas are borrowed, or taken from some other form of inspiration besides our self.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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charming and beautiful

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How whimsically delicious! LOVE it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. ohhh ... beautiful ... and i thought paul was the only one whose words belong to the wind ... (thanks for popping this up, WM) ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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or from Time.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I really like this! I love the imagery and the beginning captured my attention and kept me wanting to read more. Great poem! :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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lovely. I actually get that, if only with respect to your poetic message (possibly)... but the words
the wind speaks, are the same words we have always known them to be. Thus we never borrow the words
of a song that is sung here. But We are connected, if not by words, then by the language of the world::wind... more a sense or feeling really.

Great piece, I apologize if I over analyze or expand too much (i am full of gas, lol). Makes us think, which is what poetry is suppose to do, if not to capture the inspired intrest of the reader....Thank you for sharing... looking into more of your other work, been out of the loop and need ribbons, I feel so inadequate without them. hehehe.

~~PFluffer (Butch Decatoria)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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