the safest bet I know

the safest bet I know

A Poem by Emily B

would you believe
that sometimes people come to me
and spill stories
they wouldn't ordinarily tell?
and every single time
the words I needed
have come . . . no gamble,
just faith that I will have
what I need when I need it.
that the words will be given.
how often
have I wandered across a poem
that answered a question
I didn't know I had yet?
and how often
have my poems eased another?
Words are the safest bet I know.

© 2011 Emily B


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so true... the poem ended very well. the beginning was also good, but the whole thing got much better as it flowed onwards towards its conclusion.

"how often
have I wandered across a poem
that answered a question
I didn't know I had yet?"

this happens to me all the time. it's unbeliebveable.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow, I can identify with this, all my friends turning to me. Often my only possible reply is to write them a poem

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, Emily this is lovely and so true... love it .

Chloe

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love the loose structure in this! It works very well. It just flows wonderfully, and effortlessly. You've really captured the essence of what we try to do with language: just hope that what we say rings true, is relevant, and can serve some purpose. You've made a point here, and I wonder if it was inadvertant, that we need not use flowery language and frills to say something true and meaningful. Words should always be used to communicate with a reader or listener on a meaningful, personal level. If they meet that end, then beauty and sophistication will follow. Superb.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, yes how words inspire and sometimes answer questions...important ones... You have become one of my greatest inspirations, Emily... What a lovely piece, filled with insight and wisdom.... Love the last line....

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this was extraordinary...superb ending..brilliantly done...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Indeed!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful words Emily. I write poetry because it's the only way I have a conversation with myself. And out of that bursts forth wisdom I did not know I possessed. Poetry to me is the philosophy of life and this poem of yours is an anodyne for the soul.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have noticed you do have that ability, to draw one to express their heart, or at least you have on me at times. It is kind of strange how someone we have never met, other than to read their words can pluck at our heart's strings making us share the tune of our lives. There has been a few times your words have created conversation in this house surrounded by the Rockies, and you being way down South with the Appalachians. Maybe you are not that far away after all, and the world really is small. I'll ante up to that...

Great Writing Emily!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nice one....poetry and words are what ease the pain...well said.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

so true... the poem ended very well. the beginning was also good, but the whole thing got much better as it flowed onwards towards its conclusion.

"how often
have I wandered across a poem
that answered a question
I didn't know I had yet?"

this happens to me all the time. it's unbeliebveable.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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