riding dreams

riding dreams

A Poem by Emily B

It's something about

dreams I can't remember

when my mind rambles on

running through hidden rhythms

looking for something greener.

It's something about

meeting you there in the mists

in-between natural conversation

and forgotten memories.

Having known you

and lost you and found you,

I still grieve those vacant hours

always harder before the rain comes.

It's something about

the way you hold my hand--

I'm sure of it--even if,

I can't remember how it felt.

© 2010 Emily B


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What a wonderful poet you are, and what an illusive, beautiful painting of someone you love inside a dream you've given us! "I still grieve those vacant hours always harder before the rain comes" very profound and almost a seperate thought from the rest of the poem, still so well written; my favorite lines of the poem. Maybe because the whole poem strummed my heart-strings. Beautifully done, Emily. xx - Mimi.


Posted 15 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.




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Beautiful. This is one of those poems that you just love to read over and over again!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is excellent, and a work that I'd think about publishing. You've used common and accessible words, yet woven images that are pure and very visual. I don't have any nits at all.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i love coming back to watch you nod and dream and hum..

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is nice how you capture the way our minds work through our dreams.

"It's something about
the way you hold my hand--
I'm sure of it--even if,
I can't remember how it felt."

Beautifully descriptions.





Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Every line is so meaningful to any who has dreamed, and relived for a while, a precious relationship, only to wake and find it gone again...
These lines cut to the quick:

Having known you
and lost you and found you,
I still grieve those vacant hours

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Emily, this is beautiful. It reminds me of so many things ... of dreams and of realitiies that are just so beautiful they feel like dreams. The sadness of waking up, but the joy in having had it all in the first place. I love your words. You are so wonderful at capturing moments and evoking emotions within your readers.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

There is such heartache here it is raw to the senses!
A wonderful poem love!
Truly so :) Elegantly versed too!
Beautiful!
xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i remember...and i wasn't even there...:) your voice is here...it soothes me Emily...the conversational quality...the pitch...the timbre...the touching tenderness...your ability to reach into my essence and make it warm to you x

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I will add my wow - wow!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow! 92 reviews i wonder what is left to add for this wonderful poem...how to comment such perfection.There is much i like here Emily...
I like
It's something about

meeting you there in the mists

in-between natural conversation

and forgotten memories.
and
I still grieve those vacant hours

always harder before the rain comes.
I like the natural,spontaneous clam that accompanies your words always..you give so much of yourself when you write..wonderful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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