The gravity of your piece really is surprising. It is more so considering the simplicity of the words you use. I really do think that you are talented. You are a magician with the ability to turn paper airplanes into carrier ships ready to rescue soldiers from the war. Imagine what you can do when your poetic voice meets metal.
You can probably end poverty as we know it.
Posted 16 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
it occurs to me i haven't been using my voice in exactly the right way . . . so much work to be done
What's old is new again... Ms. Emily displays one of her lovely spring blooms! Soooo pretty; love that tinkle and color. Such a happy little thing, spinning and twirling in the fresh breeze and sunshine. A winner IMHO. ^_^
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
did i feature this little golden oldie? . . . I came by ehre looking for a review earlier, something.. read moredid i feature this little golden oldie? . . . I came by ehre looking for a review earlier, something about when our words meet metal we can change the world, I need to sharpen my skills, the world needs some changing
thats what i love most about poems... we can make it crazy as we are without limitations from our own imaginations just to stick with our notions to conquer our emotions, now i'm in motion that i actually function as i write this with passion. LOL:)
Loved the arrangement ..like floating from it's cocoon. Emerging.. So tight then light and airy.. so simplistically beautiful...reminds me of a feather pillow bursting
quite alot going on here, the first 6 lines are the "tight space", confined, imprisioned. in the context of flight and wings, this part of the poem is "egg" and the rest is birth and life, voice and freedom.
but also, from top to bottom, this pyramid is impossible architecture, the tight and confined "cap" is balanced on thin air, like concrete blocks lifted and suspended by airy song. you defy gravity emily, you really do. i really enjoyed reading this
The beautiful vision of a bird breaking free of its egg and grwoing wide to soar in the Heavens :) I like how the text spreads out as it moves down; sort of gives the impression of wings unfurling as the wind lifts them up and the bird rides the currents
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..