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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I wait for words but they don't come from anyone but me. Wonderfully written.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) words can be a beautiful company , I agree

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are a very emotional soul..
With one stroke of your pen.. you have melt me too
I love your work...x0x0x0x

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is just so wonderful; the thought of holding the words of another so dear that we spend our time with them; not out of a sense of obligation but out of a love for the meaning they bring to our lives. It's very much like what I'm doing here now. :o)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a brillant write,it is deep and sacred...It touched me.Very nice words,i like how you worded this "enjoying silver silence." neat way to color silence :)


Dana-

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your imagery is profoundly beautiful.. tender words being gathered.. held onto... cherished and alive... This was a most wonderful write!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good to see you again too.
The answers to Gandre's questions are probably yes. Though the opposites are just as true.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

one can adore a simple thing - like words and make us aware like you do. Can intelligence be intelligent? and..does intelligence suffer from rigor mortis? do people become confused to use familiarity as evidence?

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

we see each other in our words, how nice

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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