I was moved by your poem and few I've read do that to me. I got choked up: one of the proofs for me that a poem holds a universe of emotion is that it can race my heart, blur my eyes, give a tremble to my lip. And this poem did that for me. And you end it with the word "surrender," which is the door through which you finally enter to learn all the answers that once clouded your mind.
i've been so negative lately, decided i ought to re-visit my roots
12 Years Ago
you are so gracefully deeply involved in Life...sometimes we need to point it out to you..from withi.. read moreyou are so gracefully deeply involved in Life...sometimes we need to point it out to you..from within it may seemnegative..out here it is grace indeed.
12 Years Ago
very few understand what it is like to be me, not sure i could ever define it out loud, i hope for g.. read morevery few understand what it is like to be me, not sure i could ever define it out loud, i hope for graceful and deeply involved
A fine poem, simple but not simple, a poem that creates endless theological and moral questions, a poem with strong, direct words that will impress every reader who understands literature. Good work.
. oh, emily ... if only you could see the absolutely unmistakable grace in these words ... do you know why you are such a precious poet ? ... it's because of your precious submission to poetry ... your relentless pursuit of poetic expression simultaneously with your relentless pursuit of excellence as a human being ... makes you a spectacular being who is becoming more and more spectacular with the passage of time ... much like wine ... :) ...
Ah, to converse with superior being would be like us talking to apes....to gain some kind of wisdom that would somehow set us free.....a fantasy in poetry, a silken web of dreams knitted together with golden thread...:O)
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..