Nameless

Nameless

A Poem by Emily B
"

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.

 

 

© 2008 Emily B


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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!

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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This is a good poem. There is mystery here, sensuality..it
brushes, not wanting to let go. Good write. AD

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

love it!!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hmmm. the icy breath on a summer day is especially good.

this has a childlike sort of haunting tone.

nice write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Different from you Em, not so used to seeing something cool from you.. Not sure whether you're talking about a shadow of doubt, a ghost of a person or a plain old ghost.. I guess it could be any of them really. Anyhow hope you're well.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm not positive what it is you're talking about, but you sound pretty final. "Icy breath" on the neck would be a real turn-off.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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