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.

[Jillian Polaski]

I really like this. It makes me think of the idea of a writer as a conduit.

[Secret Life of Me]

The tone of this poem is so fresh and light, yet with a lovely insight. This is a poem I'd come back and revisit for the lift it gave me. Thanks!

[The Archangel Gabriel]

It is so difficult to comment at this hour in this morning. I will take this one on faith: good write!

-Gabe

P.S. That was a "breezy little coment."

[Blackbirdsong]

Oh that's beautiful Emily...I'm as intrigued by the mystery behind of this write as I'm sure the man in the poem must be as well. Borrowed words...just that idea evokes so many ideas and images...that alone is gorgeous...great write my friend....love it.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I love this! Again this one has Emily Burns all over it, -whether it's borrowed from the wind or not, it's you and I love it. I'm so glad I wondering around around this morning!

[Vanessa Whiteley]

I've reviewed this before but am happy to read and review it again. This is such a lovely, light and airy poem. It feels as if it would just blow away with the wind if you hold it in your hand. The wind that leant you the words. I think these lines are wonderful.

No, the poem's not signed.
Silly man--these words
were never mine
to begin with.

They were only borrowed
from the wind.

(sigh)

[JP thinks the WC is apt..]

I have read and reviewed this piece once before. Can't for the life of me remember what I said but I am equally pleased to read it this time. There is whimsy and joyful abandon in this piece. It's optimistic (not something I'd empathise with) and bright and vivacious. And there is a place for that sort of sentiment in poetry. Too many people write bleak, miserable shite and this is quite refershing.

[Solst Rapture]

I am certain the wind is smiling now as it brushes past my tearful eyes. You have leaped into my heart with those words and I am trying to see through the blurry haze to catch a glimpse at the sun, who is desperate to lend his words to me- I can hear his screams. I am almost there; I am not nothing my fellows I am more than nothing I am within you more than you can ever realize unless you stop for a single moment and watch that flower grow, look at yourself my deer natural friend at how you have been under my care for so long. Our deer friends are all here, but sometimes you do not see them through the tears of the borrowed winds words, but when the winds words give hearing to your heart, that is why they were lent in the first place. Remember me my friend, for I do not always shine, but I am still within you as you are me.

Morning Emily. I hope that wasn't mad; I just, I don't know, I just wrote- you know!