Trepidation

Trepidation

A Poem by Emily B
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another old one

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Resolute

stood the mountain laurel

on the little hill.

Steadfast

held her leaves of green

to the noble sun--

and came along the little Bee

curious and bold.

His whispered words

of Trembling pulses

Yielded forth the prize.

 

© 2009 Emily B


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This IS very Emily like, it reminds me of a movie, an english man went up a hill and came down a mountain, I was so impressed by that true story made for movie, Like I am by this beautiful poem. To stand resolute in ones convictions, is a beautiful thing, so stand resolute while the bee whispers, well that's nature calling :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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This is good! Short yet powerful! I enjoyed this!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I thought the message was clear enough! It spoke to me of the cool beauty of a woman, likened to the laurel in the warm sunshine... and the bee is the inquisitive one that whispers his words of enticement until he gains access to the sweet nectar...

.. a lovely sensual thought...the goal of every seduction..

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that's about as sweet as it comes, said another busy bee...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The love child of Stephen Crane and that other Emily, which, while highly implausible in the corporeal sense, is certainly not a bad thing at all.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

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