This was so beautifully written. You hold so much wisdom and truth here. You really made me look into myself with this as this felt so personal and truly like a part of yourself placed on a page. I am so happy that I got to read this. I really think you expressed this perfectly. This is going into my favorites so I can enjoy it again.
that's exactly how i feel about it. im not comfortable sharing with others how i feel all of the time, but nothing assuages the need to speak out one's emotions like writing. it's always nice to see someone capture a truth eloquently in poetry. well done, emily!
I like this very much, it is an intelligent piece of prose that is praiseworthy. You have managed to put the work it takes to string aptly placed words together, in a succinct and readable piece...
Helen:-)
it is the mobious existance of a poet...
where we want to be...where we want to go ...where we wind up no matter what...
and...the only way to get there..
I sooo...love this ...we cannot run an hie form it..it is...us
I really like this poem and I think it really works. I like the metaphors that you use for poetry being a place and destination. They are original. This poem also has some very strong lines. Lines two and three particularly as well as four and five which is a great metaphor and original. My heart might be cliche in line two. I just think you need to use some more concrete nouns, but other than that with a few revisions, this poem definitely good for contests. Lookup winningwriters.com and urbis.com. I will check out some of your other stuff later, been kind of busy.
Your right, poetry is a place. I've missed poetry while I've been away. The way you wrote it, it is absolutely, perfectly logical Emily. Poetry as a place, I love it!
I really love this, I wanted to paste the part that I relate to the most but, after reading it 3 times I found that I would have had to paste the whole thing, and that would just be silly.
I often wonder if some of what I write is truly mine, or if I read it and loved it on some other forgotten day. It's as though, when I create something I truly love... I feel that it couldn't possibly have come entirely from me, you know? That is just the way it is with creation, someone touches our hearts or lives, if only for a brief moment and from that spark, something new and wonderful comes to life...
I have a question... ? In your note, you apologize for breaking the flow. Why? I am no scholar or expert on literary things, so I am not sure what you meant. I think the two parts compliment each other beautifully. All the places I am destined to go, should be such as this... have a lovely day.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..