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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Ah! But elegance is much portrayed in this tender and touching write. Your style of writing refreshes, ma'am.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my elegance is rough as blood and guts and lucky scars go well adorned on blokes who prize survival as a treasure and elegance comes down to standing ground with mangled face into the strongest breeze all clenching teeth and fists and face that screams I SHALL NOT BE DEFEATED!!! hahaha...you have inspired me again :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Elegance so clearly refelcts in your words then how can you be bereft of it..:)

Posted 14 Years Ago


I know, friend. Me too. I see my mother's hands, hers are grandma's hands. No elegance there. But the real beauty is on the inside, you know.

I've missed your words.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is elegant! a way in few words that shows to a serious question one may ask to oneself. especially appriciate the shift from a narrow two-liner straight into a five line stanza with such wide, in comparison, first line - shows deep emotional resentment of selfness, proven by a simple recollection of before-time which is powerfully emphasized by form of the stanza. language is calm, even quite still, but moves us through process of emotional battle hidden in one's thoughts.

last stanza - a crown - as if our own understanding of self can be found outside ourselves, which is impossible, therefore directing us back into ourselves, to 'now', placing where I live back in its place.

lovely write!

thank you!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.

What an elegant way to put it. :)

I know this feeling, when I just feel raw and I dunno... like my personality is scratchy or something. I can't properly explain it.

Anyways- nice piece. I love the simple statements and phrases- great language use as well. Great write.

-Coral-

Posted 14 Years Ago


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...
. only the most elegant poet could've said this ... and those hands own ... nah possess ... one of the most poetic pens ever known to the human world ... and perhaps other worlds too ... i think the moon definitely knows you from your odes ... you are that charismatic ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


elegance multistreams~ here at this poetic table I bask in the elegance of your delicate~ carefully crafted whispering words~
sometimes~ though~I admit~ I wonder the same about this woman I've become~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and yet your elegance stretches all the way to here.
how hard it is for us to see ourselves
you're like a dream that doesn't know it's a dream.

Posted 14 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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