not so elegant

not so elegant

A Poem by Emily B

I don’t feel elegant

lately.

 

There may have been a day

long ago

when you were inspired

to compliment

slender hands.

 

I just don’t see

that girl

any more.

 

When I look

in my mirror

I wonder

where she went.

 

Elegant is so far

from where I live

now.

© 2010 Emily B


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Elegance isn't necessarily about appearances...and who wants to be elegant anyway? Pah!
Regarding the poem, I like the explicit simplicity of this; our narrator expresses herself thoughtfully and with honesty. I also liked how you chose to say the sentiment of the final stanza.

This review isn't much of a present, but Happy Birthday.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Simplicity says so much.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mirrors are overated.

I kicked over and broke my favorite full length mirror the other day
and rushed to Family Dollar to purchase a new one, only to be told
that they stopped carrying full length mirrors because they broke
too easily. So I taped the broken pieces together which would be ok
but it now makes my lower half appear as if it belongs on a centaur
that fabled half human, half horse creature that lives in the mountains
of Thessaly.

I shall write a poem about it soon....good work, dana

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily, you exude elegance in not only your carefully crafted poems, reviews but your soft and tender heart. Elegance grows with age and passing years never diminish the beauty of youth... it helps to make it blossom

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Poetess, you are the epitome of elegance. I know what you mean though... But elegance comes in a variety of ways, don't you think? Of course you don't see what you saw then... Your voice lives and changes with the tide, for it must. That girl is there, presiding in the wind....changing as it was meant to. I could read you all night, dear, through stormy nights and sun=kissed moments... And your audience changes with you... as it should be...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting poem. Elegance- an emotion? A living entity? A place? The simplicity of the poem is elegant, and what i find fascinating is the narrator does not tell the reader how she feels about this loss of elegance. Liked the subtle nature of this poem

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

But such an elegant mind Emily. No doubt about that.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

simplistic and refreshing.
really enjoyed it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, but, Emily ... the elegance in your words is breathtaking.

You are elegant. Sometimes, I've come to know, our reflections lie.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what would you feel had you no words
there is something within this ordered construction of language
which constricts and molds us
in search of expression...
in search of an answer...
we throw ourselves
into a package
and we are captured
and bonded by words

it is intuition not intelligence which causes the events that "advance" our history

had we worked just to be
had we worked just to live
we might already be free

all that just to say
words are meaningless
unless you know the definition
but everyone understands laughter

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

who needs that girl, anyway? and what is elegance but a suit of armor to shield o=us from truth?

you are so much more than even elegant could hide

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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