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A Poem by Emily B
"

don't pay too much attention to the details, it is a trickster muse

"
I carry my remorse

in bulging pockets

long years have done little

 

to diminish the weight

of imagined sins

 

I shine a little light

 

I smile a little song

 

as if to ward off

 

the reproach

that I see

in your eyes.

 

There are so many

 

penalties

 

for loving

 

 

© 2010 Emily B


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I only need one ear plug to hear the coins of the mercenary in my worn thin pocket...we didn't do battle requiring me to win; I just waited til we both got (super) drunk and I combined our "consciousness" and ran his (slightly less) worn down pocket(s). I'm just trying to pick up the slack on the weight of being a trickster..it's sadly, quite ironic and zen and, sigh...

well; well done...I ignored a couple details as per your request, but well done, nonetheless. (:

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Quite right! "There are so many penalties for loving" This is gonna be my first thought every time a a beauty afflicted lady crosses my path.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Ah! But love’s labors are never lost…I’m reading the grace and beauty of it all.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Yes your words are true in the poem. The wounds of love make us better or leave us afraid. I believe its better to lose at love then never knowing the feeling and high of being content. I like the complete poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Emily you have style and grace which only your words can convey!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Eloquent to be sure:) how lightly You put such burdensome thoughts...it shows Your resilience...that reproach in another's eyes is a sharp arrow, indeed...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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. oh, this swells in my eyes and flows in my tears ... i so know this feeling ... it took me a really, really, really long time ... to take a quantum leap ... and look beyond ... shall i take the liberty of saying ... "to err is human but to sin is god" ... you have a beautifully magnanimous core ... it is healing and it is appealing ... if someone failed to see it and sense it ... their core is diluted ... for whatever reason ... but it is ... love is beautiful and is meant to be ... we just live in a world of adulteration ... do you know what my new anthem is? ... to never judge myself because of someone else's core ... i wish you the same ... i wish you freedom from the over-powering clutches of judgment ... and i wish you loads of love and light ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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As always, Emily Burns, great read. Your quote above confused me as to the meaning and I can only think that you mean what you say. Either way, though, great read indeed.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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the curse of a long memory. trying to save the present with a smile.
and the other side of love

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Oh!this was hauntingly sad..very subtly but it was there ..catching at my heart and making my eyes moist right from the line..'i carry my remorse in bulging pockets'.I liked your opening lines a lot.Very well thought.

How delicate is the thread of love which connects us with our loved one.We can say a million words,do a million deeds..but a small mistake on our part, silly wrong words said with the time not right can make all obscure.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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this was a delightful read. a light, airy, sing-song approach to this piece. might be one of the most fun poems i've come across at any point, yet it carries such a weight of emotion. love it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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