Nameless

making do with the only words I've had lately . . .

Your icy breath brushes my neck
on summer days when no one sees.

 

I doubt that you ever

belonged to me.
I don't recognize your spirit.

 

Tell me
what it is you want
and maybe I can set you free.

 

 

Reviews

[KUFU]

I read this last night while I was in a fog of depression. I didn't resonate with me. This morning I read it and it actually connects with my senses; primarily my empathic sense of emotion. As I re-read this morning I fully understand that this work was written maybe during the authors bout with depression. Seasonal or lost love depression; heck, it's all the same and I recognize myself in this poem, maybe the inability to feel last night was a reflection of my own cynical denial. Your longing is felt and registers with me this morning. I like the second verse. I fully understand and empathize with you.

I doubt that you ever belonged to me.
Tell me,
what it is you want
and maybe I can set you free.

The rhyme scheme is a bit repetitive here, but the sentiments hold this verse together quite nicely. Unrequited love? Perhaps. Your devotion to your 'cause' is admirable though.
I like this quality in a person. Women seem to be more able to love unconditionally. This is the mothering instinct that has allowed us(humans) to continue to exist on this world. If we men had to be the ones to love unconditionally we'd be somewhere up S**t's creek.
I think it was Twain who said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was summer in San Francisco". I got that impression when I read,

"your icy breath brushes my neck
on summer days when no one sees."

I allowed my softer side to hear this one Emily. And today my empathy is two-fold. NICE!

[Tim Lion]

creepy?

I love the last stanza because of this thought:

for me, a recurring creepy sensation can easily become a comfort over time....like, it's a monster, but, at least I know it's always right behind me. But, I'd never thought of befriending the beast enough to ask what it wanted...until now.

cool idea. great little piece of writing.

[SkinlessFrank]

Hands that cling without knowing why are so hard to liberate.

[Melinda Weber]

This has left me intrigued, it's so different and interesting! =) I want to know more, great write =)

[WhiteWillow]

I love short pieces tlike this. Haunting, and speaks volumes. Ghosts and memories are hard to let go of, even when we desire them to leave. They irritate you, nag at you. I think acknowledging your own desire to let them go is the only true way to leave them behind. Beautiful write

[stormwarden]

Very interesting piece.

[paul]

beautiful. it's beyond flow. your stuff floats. i'm surprised it sticks to the page.
i love the ending: in exchange for honesty, maybe you can give what's wanted. and then freedom

[Ms. Gruye]

interesting work, Emily. I loved the first lines. I feel that there is a rich narrative in these simple lines. Something that is not easy to do. Viva la

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

I doubt that you ever

belonged to me.

How someone knows the other feels the same? How would I ever know , what was real and what was only in my imagination? it's scare me to be wrong , again ....misunderstanding the signed , thats why I walking in little steps , just not to get to the point when it hurts...

Would I ever doubts about you?

Beautiful writting , very deep

[Phibby Venable]

wonderful, Emily, this could be a number of things, a dream, a ghost, a despair...very fine!