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.
'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.
cozy,warming,,,and E,,your words are a lovely company,,,,delightful scenes,,,the little tea party,,,emily the hostess with her guests,,,very homelike feeling and i se you all sitting on white sofa with sea green cushions,,,
More from the "words" series. This is gorgeous! It's the sort of thing I like to read over and over just cuz it feels so good. Wonderful writing indeed. Kerplunk... right into the favorites folder.
The words and their self-empowerment are directly related to the triumph of intellect over nature it seems; a nice exploration, and a simple lyrical reflection you have here, yet it makes deep meaning.
This poem has a comforting quality. The voice of soft, yet firm assurance. I was particularly taken by the last line:
"Your words are always good company."
Don't we all always want to believe that? Probably just a selfish reaction to a lovely poem. How odd will I sound from now on when someone not from these Writers Cafe parts asks "Who is your favorite poet?" and my answer is Emily Burns. "Oh you mean Emily Dickenson" or "Oh you mean robert Burns" will surely come the reply.
I will smile and think to myself ... "No ... I mean Emily Burns!"
A finely tuned spiritual piece... I love the tranquility in it... sometimes you need those moments alone to figure you out and reconnect with your faith.
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..