Clairvoyant

Clairvoyant

A Poem by Emily B
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Written for the Magritte contest

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small space
curled tightly
walls will crumble
wings will unfurl
what once was dormant


waiting


will               fly                  away


    air                           light                    wings


merrily                      singing


melodic                notes              perched             on              vision

© 2008 Emily B


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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


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

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



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You put us in an interesting thought space with this one. For some reason i imagine a dandelion blossom going poof somewhere after "dormant" and you catching the words as the wind spreads them out.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I knew you could see ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my this is brilliant. Almost like a re-birth. Visually astounding as it unfolds and spreads its wings, at least that is how i see it. Quite exquisite writing...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what ialways see in your writes isa longing to unshackle chains and to fly away...its innocent and mystic and it says loads...that's very Emily.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thanks for re-featuring this GEM. It is that season again, now only if I could like at moths with just as much beauty...feel like scribing a companion piece?

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow!! another thought provoking piece I had to read several times. I think the picture tells this story, as Magritte was an artist of mystery, never revealing his thoughts behind what he painted, although many have said he was clairvoyant, no one really knew that to be the truth. My thoughts on your piece brings a clear vision of someone who can see into something that they wish for and they believe it with blindness, never having to look beyond their own mind.
Your last line tells me of the happiness that one may find within their own vision.
This is excellent Emily.

Tony

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

emily. you are genius. i loved this beautiful presentation of an egg hatching and the journey from birth to flight. (at least that's how i read it. :) )

the last line, "melodic notes perched on vision" is sublime. i almost feel like the rest of the poem is simply context for this beautiful line.

you have a stunning simplicity to your writing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed this immensely. Hypnotic and entrancing but yet deceptively simple. An excellent peice. This is about the power one feels when they are trapped and suddenly break free from their constraints or atleast thats what i assume. Either way this is excellent work:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mmmmm. Eye like.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the shape you gove the poem visually with the spacings...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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