I wonder, sometimes

I wonder, sometimes

A Poem by Emily B

I wonder--

how can it be?

I know my voice is strong.

It climbs mountains;

sings hope clear and free.

You hear it.

My voice overflows

with wisdom and comfort and joy

so why

can't they hear me?

© 2010 Emily B


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They can't hear you... because they have music on... :) Words spoken will only be heard by the ones who have an open heart and an open mind. Or when one needs comfort and joy. But please never stop speaking or sharing your ink... as there are many that need comfort and joy... and so many more than listen. :p

Great questions Emily! ;p


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Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Ok, at first I thought this was too sparse but after a few rereadings I come to understand the intention. It is something that is put across in such a way that it allows me to create my own mental impression. I get the impression of somebody who isn't understood and feels alienation and even howling misery at not berng understood and this is her banshee wails echoing through the darkness. A deceptively powerful write. Well done Emily:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Oh! they do hear you Emily, but some are unable to react or respond to such truthful virtues, those which you share with many.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truly poignant!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Those who can't hear you can at least read you!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wonderful ~ wonder us

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

If I told you - you'ld cry... and there are enough tears without yours falling too.
Glow in their dark Em... give them smiles and dreams and hopes for better or just other - days.

Chris

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel like everybody cannot ever hear me...like my words fall upon deaf ears.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this was a very thought provoking beautiful piece. Sometime I think we all have selective hearing. Your words are very beautiful.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

they never hear Em...Soccrates is always alone...he dies alone..his truth lives..your words are immortal....they'll live...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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