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!

[Ed Rector]

sounds chilling... it confused me when you stated let go of me and then that they never belonged to you... i guess it could work it just confused me...

[Gandré]

Hello Emily, I miss you. I came to read and found this beauty. It is a elated controlled journey to help "him" after you see this freezing approach him. Sometimes we are in a situation of not being able to articulate ourselves...hmm truly fantastic brief poem with a deep impact .

[Gandré]

Hello Emily, I miss you. I came to read and found this beauty. It is a elated controlled journey to help "him" after you see this freezing approach him. Sometimes we are in a situation of not being able to articulate ourselves...hmm truly fantastic brief poem with a deep impact .

[Zane Mathias]

Beautiful.. Absolutly beastiful... Great Job Emily. :) B.P.

[AK]

Oh Emily... this is soooo.... I don't know..... "haunting"?
Just really powerful and sad and strong, all in a few understated yet powerful lines.

This is why you write!

[Secret Life of Me]

This is beautiful and sweet and a pleasure to read.

[Dezaraye]

This is more than making do, Emily. Your words are beautiful and descriptive ... sad and full of longing and frustration. I can relate to this on a lot of different levels and I like that about poetry. :-)

[The Dark Priest]

This: Another one I can relate to in more ways than I want to share. You have said this well.
Write hard!
G.

[Ari]

This is beautiful. I really hope you find out what this entity/person/thought wants.