an old conversation

an old conversation

A Poem by Emily B
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real or imagined, who can tell?

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The moon is shining so big and bright,
calling me to take a walk by the river.

 

But the river is miles away
and I'm hoping the moon will reach where I can't tonight.

 

If you see that moon,
whisper at him to shine a little brighter

 

and if he won't listen,
then he is not your friend.

 

I've been avoiding the moon lately.
I wonder if he misses me.

 

I have romantic notions sometimes,
and that old moon is a notorious matchmaker.

 

He's been bringing boys and girls together
since the very beginning.

 

Do you believe in soul mates?

 

Many years ago I walked away from a man
I loved more than life.

We wandered lost on different roads.

 

He came looking for me one day
and I walked into his arms and up a hill.

 

Years melted away.

 

I can't grieve for the youth we missed,
I just hope the moon isn't very disappointed for us.

© 2011 Emily B


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Lovely again. There is a lilt in this piece that is extremely appealing and almost lullaby-ish... like the story a mother would tell her grown daughter after they have made the transistion to friendship. In comparison to the excellent lyricism throughout the piece, the line "he is not your friend" seemed to me to fall a bit flat - but that is just a personal opinion. Maybe a passive-voice line would be worth considering here?

Thanks for sharing. I really love your writing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Sensitively drawn. The moon is such a poignant symbol and the way you've subverted the image and your personifaction of the moon, as a man, is brilliant. Don't knoz why, but this reminds me of the crooning songs like Old Man River in a way. I can relate to this as well. First met my current love when I was with an old one. I didn't follow the one I truly loved. Then last summer he came back to England and the inevitable happened.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Oh but how I do believe in the power of the Moon Goddess and Her pull when it comes to dreams voiced to her at night, about the power of love. She listens!

Your moon is a male energy. I see mine as a female energy, but the individual feeling that comes from that force is within all of us, and ultimately, if we are open to it, pure truth and life breathes into our souls from one being to another. The effect is contagious.

I loved this poem:) I heart this poem:) Awesome!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely again. There is a lilt in this piece that is extremely appealing and almost lullaby-ish... like the story a mother would tell her grown daughter after they have made the transistion to friendship. In comparison to the excellent lyricism throughout the piece, the line "he is not your friend" seemed to me to fall a bit flat - but that is just a personal opinion. Maybe a passive-voice line would be worth considering here?

Thanks for sharing. I really love your writing!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Very interesting work..It touches on several subjects or thoughts but I like the idea of soul mates..I am glad that you found yours..Love is a wonderful addition to life..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..I appreciate the kind review..Sunflower

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I love the personification of the 'matchmaker' moon in this poem... and of course, the beautiful reunion that trascends time.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Gorgeous. And the moon as a liaison for love is devilishly romantic...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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beautiful. the match-making moon is an inspired idea.
the theme reminds me of the film " the notebook", if you've watched it, you'll know what i mean :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is the second time in two days I've been reminded of the song, " I Don't Know A Thing About Love," by Conway Twitty. Great song and this is a great piece. I love the verse, "He came looking for me one day, and I walked into his arms and up a hill. The imagery this brings in my mind is heartfelt. I have noticed when people find love, they enjoy waking to the sunlight, instead of basking in the moonlight.

Great Writing Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


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Emily B

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