Dalliance
A Poem by Emily B
Be mindful where you walk.
Some of these hills
are full of things best left unsaid.
Here things grow wild
that cut and stab--
roses that never bloom.
In my mind,
honeysuckle is sweeter
and lacks the thorns.
If you will not be deterred
By stings and nettles and bites
come along, then,
follow the deer path
straight up past the scrub cedars
and the tired, old oak.
I'll be at the creek
toes bare
in the cool, clear water--
waiting.
Dalliance
is best shared.
© 2008 Emily B
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I love to dilly dally...usually gets me in trouble though with some authoritarian type, but you, you wait with:
"toes bare
in the cool, clear water--"
...how accommodating. The civility of this piece is what draws me in. You write this as if to say, "even though summer is fading fast, we can still kick back and enjoy the sublime re-freshingness of Fall, And laze away the extended dusk in the cool shade of an Autumnal glade"...OK that was way too rhymee...hehe, but the peace of this poem is quite refreshing.
This poem reads like the intentions of an Oriental Rock Garden or reflecting pool. Calm, serene, beautiful.
A delight to read.
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Added on August 26, 2008
Last Updated on August 29, 2008
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Emily BRichmond, KY
About
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,
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