A stunning poem, aching with the beauty and tragedy of love. I love the use of questions in poems because the poem becomes even more engaging, same with the "you". I love the framing lines with the apology at the beginning and end, making the poem come full circle.
A stunning poem, aching with the beauty and tragedy of love. I love the use of questions in poems because the poem becomes even more engaging, same with the "you". I love the framing lines with the apology at the beginning and end, making the poem come full circle.
Just because I can... There is something remarkably liberating about this poem, all the while with the self-knowledge that: I would still follow that smile wherever it leads me...
:) I can always come here for a sense of calmness, much needed on days like this - as always such a humbling well written read - whispers of I'm sorry to the wonderful world just because you can - wonderful!
- just because we can - yes - let's fling some "i'm sorry"s out toward the heavens - and they'll land scattered across the land - maybe light - is the way to travel - and wishes - well - they just are, aren't they!!! -
- i'm blown away by the simplicity and sensitivity of this poem, emily - :) - your words are a comfort indeed, like serah said! -
when i read this softly to myself i immediately imagined this as narration to the beginning of a movie. it just seemed so quiet and yet cinematic at the same time. i completely agree with c. boylan and think he gives perfect reviews. :)
every line was just so and it had a tender impact.
what is evident here and reflects your writing style in general is your natural ability to tap into an acoustic/atmospheric tone that makes the reader remember that we are all indeed human.
For me, one of your best pieces ever. Extremely poignant, fondly human - humble despite its power. We can't help being sorry, we just are.
Beautifully worded.
Thanks for sharing this poem.
Emily,i'm in love with your words,they are simple,feminine.. now i know why you love Dickinson...your writings are becoming kinda spiritual and new and nothing like i have read before...lovely.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..