Beloved

Beloved

A Poem by Emily B
"

for Sahar

"

I am just a girl--
the same girl you are.
Wishing to be brave enough
to stand naked in the day's light.


I have the same moments
of weakness and courage

that you do;
I am not strong enough yet
to stand alone.

 

We are all part
of the greater One.

Do not think
that your words are not worthy
or that your heart
is not as wide as mine.


I lived without a voice once
and would never wish

to live such a life again.


Some days we are the poet

searching
and some days we are the beloved

found.

 

© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
part of the conversation that inspired this:

E..,In my country poets are called ''MAJNOON'',a folk tale character from the sands of Arab,who wandered in deserts searching for LAILAH[his beloved]and died after her death,a majnoon is the one who is crazy in love,In the city that time an order was passed to stone him to death if he would come searching for LAILAH,so yes,some might think those who love words are crazy but why pens like you would flinch,when all the stones of Arab couldnot keep majnoon away,you must keep on quenching this thirst,if it is Hashish ,it flows in your blood,you cann't live without it ,you must write,



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This poem made me initially think of the transition from childhood into becoming adults, where we go from being innocently confident and unembarrassed about ourselves not only as people but our naked form, to overcompensating later in life where our form and self are far too cringeworthy to ever be judged. Combining that with the overall sense of religious zeal/flavour running throughout the poem, I found myself thinking this could easily be about our need to cover up in the eyes of God.

That original sanctity that our body is holy and not for the eyes of others is rich within this poem as there is talk of devotion to a god and that the readers voice/word is just as worthy as the writer's. I think that adds a bit more depth to the poem if somewhat implicit of the presence of a prophet/messiah within the piece.

I like the author's note as it does shed light on the context on the whole and lets us understand exactly what is going on.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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okay Emily,
wow...just wow


Posted 2 Years Ago


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Emily B

2 Years Ago

Merry Christmas, friend.
How it took me ten years to find this gem, I don't know.
This is a beautiful poem; the last stanza particularly so.



Posted 2 Years Ago


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Emily B

2 Years Ago

Inspired by beautiful conversations with Sahar. She was a shining jewel in our midst.
This poem made me initially think of the transition from childhood into becoming adults, where we go from being innocently confident and unembarrassed about ourselves not only as people but our naked form, to overcompensating later in life where our form and self are far too cringeworthy to ever be judged. Combining that with the overall sense of religious zeal/flavour running throughout the poem, I found myself thinking this could easily be about our need to cover up in the eyes of God.

That original sanctity that our body is holy and not for the eyes of others is rich within this poem as there is talk of devotion to a god and that the readers voice/word is just as worthy as the writer's. I think that adds a bit more depth to the poem if somewhat implicit of the presence of a prophet/messiah within the piece.

I like the author's note as it does shed light on the context on the whole and lets us understand exactly what is going on.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I lived without a voice once
and would never wish to live such
a life again"

your my hero. you know this.

the alarm of (in) poetry is that which claims our apprehension. the thing that
makes us watch the train wreck or the pre-lims of american idol; let's see
who cant sing, not who can. The great work at hand is facing the applet's
of our own insecurities. somedays we are the poet, anonymous, behind
the rectangle key board and some days our discerning nervousness calls
upon our perceived fear, the beloved. Good work, dana.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh, how I love this, Emily. You touched me, as always, not that it means anything....right? I'm just a struggling writer with a block from pain. Your piece is creative and down-to-Earth....just right.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the last bit is very rumi-esque. : )

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

the style and tone of this piece, even before I read your notes, def sounded biblical - or not so much biblical, but "spiritual", like a zen excerpt or a psalm.

love the last lines

Some days we are the poet

searching
and some days we are the beloved

found.

This makes me think of the Poet and the Muse, subject/object, the myth of the sculpture making his work come to life, or other classical dichotomies, but without the finality as it suggests that the roles are fluid, and the roles can be reversed.

It's very idealistic - in some ways it can act as a foil against my piece "a rose as red as lipstick", which is more fixed and one way... a sort of eternal dialectal never resolved.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I lived without a voice once
and would never wish
to live such a life again.

Those three lines bring painful memories. My social skills have gotten better as I have gotten older BUT as I told a friend recently "If writers were such great talkers then they would never have become writers to begin with"

Aside from that,
Beautiful poem. That haitus was apparently good for you because now you are hitting your stride and reaching heights that I have never seen you reach before. Be proud, you have become the poet you have always wanted to be.



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It seems I am not exactly the intended audience for this poem, but I'm not gonna let that stop me from reviewing it favorably.

Innocence, I think, is not something easily captured in a poem. It looks to me like you pulled it off admirably though. The bit about living without a voice was particularly poignant. Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! This is just great! I feel like the last four lines really tied it all together. Well done =]

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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