just knowing

just knowing

A Poem by Emily B
"

it may grow

"

I took a walk one rainy fall evening

as if I could leave behind

the dark cloud of unease

that I couldn't explain.

 

The neighbor's pond called to me;

orange and red-leaved trees

stood tall against the horizon,

every brilliant leaf reflected back

from the rippling water.

 

In a moment, I realized

that my churning insides

moved in time with

the red and orange shimmering of the water

 

I was part of the vibrations I witnessed.

The realization brought tears

that were neither sad nor glad

just knowing

© 2010 Emily B


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I love those fleeting moments of knowing. This poem describes so well that I can almost feel the sensation myself. We are all part of the natural world, we are like leaves floating on the water. A beautiful vision as well as depth is to be found in this poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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To be a part of that landscape, one with the nature, the beauty of such things make me cry sometimes too :) Visuals off the chart as usual, so beautiful is this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I like the idea that came together in the final stanza...neither happy nor sad, just knowing. I think that I often feel this way. Some people consider it ambivalence, but to me, it is just pure immersion in a moment. Well done, as always :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


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This was beautiful and peaceful Emily in an uneasy sort of way. The loneliness is felt amongst the beauty that you describe in such a lovely fashion. Nicely done my friend.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's those moments where we see beyond structures and just breath in the flow of "what is" that we really learn the most truth. I don't think alot of people have moments like that or atleast they don't know how to recognize them when they occur.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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This is gnarly. That's all i can say. Really really good.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

poetry sublime....

"I was part of the vibrations I witnessed"

poetry sublime......dana

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful writing Emily :) Such a pleasure to read.

Chloe

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tranquil.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a poetic insight poetically rendered. thank you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful description of the various feelings that we go through during the fall. Thank you for sharing Emily.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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