taking flight

taking flight

A Poem by Emily B
"

something old is new again

"

I wrote some words once

so light

they flitted off the page

and flew away

My best work


is liable


to grow wings
and leave me
lonely.

 

© 2009 Emily B


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Yes it happens a lot..at times a very beautiful work was up there in my mind
I put it down but it will never come as complete as I had thought of it
once only once I could do it,but before I saved it the light went off
and it was lost ,so I tried for hours again to put it back,but never
never ever will it come back like it came the first time..how depressing
it came in a very distorted way..how this mind works in a very strange way
yes things could fly away from off paper so easy,and we can do nothing about it
I really enjoyed this..
lovely write..

Posted 15 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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You have heard a whisper, felt the flutter of a notion, caught glimmers in the corner of your eye and savored them for a fleeting moment.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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AK
But rest assured that your words will find someone else and your best work will make them feel less alone. It has already happened!

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2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Like a butterfly.

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well now how did i miss this one? this is very light, i have to keep my eyes on it or it will float way. a very soft feel to this, and a lot of truth to it. i enjoyed this emily, very much so

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Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Hallo Emily, you are following this minimalistic poetry, you are so good in it...that's nicely shifting scenes here "they flitted off the page

and flew away " ----- so sweet this.



Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Happens a lot when you actually think about it. Happens a lot to me! I like it. Two thumbs up!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love the way you have shown the mind of a reader, and the way words drift through our heads. Great write! ~ Jude :-)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ain't it the truth. LOL Cheers.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

sometimes I think my words do this and they replace themselves w/ clones.
I guess I'm more confused than lonely.
Still lonely just more confused.


Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Yes it happens a lot..at times a very beautiful work was up there in my mind
I put it down but it will never come as complete as I had thought of it
once only once I could do it,but before I saved it the light went off
and it was lost ,so I tried for hours again to put it back,but never
never ever will it come back like it came the first time..how depressing
it came in a very distorted way..how this mind works in a very strange way
yes things could fly away from off paper so easy,and we can do nothing about it
I really enjoyed this..
lovely write..

Posted 15 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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