good company

good company

A Poem by Emily B
"

sparked by a conversation

"

This morning I looked up at those hills--
expectantly--
and felt your words.


There they were
coming to me over hill and holler.

Brilliant words,

bright as sunshine,

they seemed pleased with the prospect
that they might just Be--
without pretense.


I gathered up the words
and carried them home
and thought I heard a sigh.


shhhh


They're sitting in the front porch swing now--
resting--
I have a blackberry cake in the oven.
We'll slice it later
and sip some coffee
enjoying silver silence.

Don't expect your words to be home
anytime soon--

I'm hoping they?ll stay awhile.

Your words are always good company.


© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
R.: You may have met these words before.
AO: From the Holly Hobby life collection.

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'I gathered them up and carried them home' are the best lines for me. I just like the notion, which seems delightful. I also like the idea of words, poems, being received -- if we are lucky -- rather than worked at in the reason. I always think a received poem will have the edge over a carefully crafted one. And of course the words will stay for a slice of your cake. They would be mad not to! I'll put a few more raisins in my porridge tmr and see if it pulls a few hungry verbs! Charming read.

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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This, for me, was something that made me picture a morning in the north, when the sun has just peeked over the edge of the trees and Grandma is making something really nice in the oven. I sit there drinking coffee, listening to the sounds of quiet.
True story.
Being able to relate to this made it so much better, although it was already rather good.

--Vanessa Alyse

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

'I gathered them up and carried them home' are the best lines for me. I just like the notion, which seems delightful. I also like the idea of words, poems, being received -- if we are lucky -- rather than worked at in the reason. I always think a received poem will have the edge over a carefully crafted one. And of course the words will stay for a slice of your cake. They would be mad not to! I'll put a few more raisins in my porridge tmr and see if it pulls a few hungry verbs! Charming read.

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Has the pacing of that nice easy rock of the front porch swing, flows wonderfully. The use of italics is a very nice touch. Chuck-full of wonderful imagery, artistic and comfortable all at the same time. A very, very nice piece of work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

that was so nice ,taking the sweet words home with you,and share a cake in the oven over some tea,very nice touch ,and bew way of portraying how you feel about nice words you hear,great,you have a very special elegant way of telling things i have always noticed that,moayad

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

looooooooove this part

The same road God walked--
once.
Brilliant words,
bright as sunshine,

;)

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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