Borrowed

 

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.

 

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

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.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Words ... much like life ... borrowed from the wind. What actually does belong to us? If not our words, then certainly not our thoughts ... if not our thoughts, then do our memories even belong to us? Ask an older person, see what they tell you.

Is our very existence borrowed?

[Doug]

borrowed words are never bad. the fact that they were used before just means that someone else thought they had meaning too. nice write, emily.

[rash]

Absolutely genuine. A very nice poem. Neat in its delivery and concept. The first stanza is a definite joy.
This is a poem wit attitude. You remind me of an old friend.

[TL Boehm]

I love this - the thought that words are not ours but borrowed from capricous breezes blowing across our lives. MMMM. yes. this is pure poetry.

[Adrian K. Smith]

Are any of the words actually our words though? Words are just words. We twist them about, giving them a certain order to try to say a certain thing. We can be vague, we can be explicit. We manipulate the words to our means, they are our playthings - to create smiles, to create tears, or simply to create a moment of confused thought that may or may not lead to some form of epiphany. There is a certain innocence to the poem initially, that is indeed adorable as mentioned - but then there is almost a slap, mentioning that of course it is unsigned. Hrmm, even these words here were borrowed from the wind - the whistling wind in my skull as the air goes in one side and out the other...

[Antony]

This is very intriguing, it could mean so many things and each one who reads it will conjure up a different meaning to it, to me it is very mysterious, so well written and has an air to it like a love poem, that is how I read this, the lines below gave me that feeling, I wonder if he felt them, saw them.

I held them close.
We smiled and sang.
And letter by letter,
I spelled them out
for you to see

Tony

[Gandré]

aww I adore this. so innocent and airy...and always a delight.Words are like the river, and it is here in this volume of poetry that you plumb the depths of their nature; their changing sounds, shapes and movements like waves in water. The concomitant awareness of the living body and the living spirit reside here, inhabit the same space and make this composition sound very personal but only... when one reads between the lines.

[Cdnsurfer]

Em, I'm sure I've read this piece before. You know, thing I always love about your work is this joy and simple pleasure that flows out, always beckoning and always friendly. You are far too humble. The words may have been borrowed from the wind, but you are lassoed them and brought them down for us to read. That is your mastery - wind tamer. Loved the read, Em. Cheers!

[Blue Sky]

A fantastic piece
works for me,

and yet another great piece
that gathers the reader with awe

excellent poetry~

[KUFU]

AHHHH... .... ... fresh and

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