when our words run

when our words run

A Poem by Emily B
"

old words

"

 

I remember you
your whispered half-questions
resembling the thoughts I almost had
on another cloudy day.
Your honest words filled me,
tempted me into flights of
unexplored consciousness
and step by step I ventured
farther from my own locked doors.
I wandered out alone
into bright, dead-of-day streets
full of my own possibilities
seized by my own fallibilities.
Some days I will meet the gaze
of the demons that haunt this world
but on others
when my self-fed fears are too much
I may need you to walk beside me.
Take my hand.
Your words are my strength.
Your strength is my hope.
My hope is your redemption.
We will save one another.

© 2014 Emily B


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I think there is some striking symbolism in the "dead-of-day" line. Overall, the rhythm is incredibly immersive while still being broken up by the lines. "And step by step I ventured
farther from my own locked doors."
Something about that line really gives a nice brisk rhythm. Part of this poem seems like a biting angst within the speaker competing with the outer source of strength from a loved one. Well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Emily B

7 Years Ago

Thank you!



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Your words always shine through Emily. They are humble, innocent, yet the wisdom contained in them is profound and the love tender and unconditional, and they never cease to amaze.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is exceptional...profound and so poetically written...your words never fail to speak to me...beautiful...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent write

Posted 13 Years Ago


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yes! v. blake has it right here - the words are honest and humble as I always tell you - such a gift to take the things you see and add a new level of depth - things we all skip over or ignore you target - the companionship "I may need you to walk beside me" - such a great writer! bravo!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poems like this are powerful reminders of the extent to which I am an imitation of a poet. This right here is real, honest-to-god poetry, and I myself will never be capable of anything quite like it. It is the kind of thing I wish I could write.

I hope that none of that sounded ungrateful. Thank you for giving me the chance to read your beautiful words.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW. Reading this caused goosebumps. Seriously. What a beautiful testimony. Thank you for sharing it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So soft, beautiful and honest. A true journey with tender love =)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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If that's so, don't do anything to change it. Your 'old words' are timeless.. *smile*

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Your words are my strength.
Your strength is my hope.
My hope is your redemption.
We will save one another."

This is lovely, each statement building to that very powerful final line.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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