possessing

possessing

A Poem by Emily B

I wonder if you remember the spider web you found in the early morning woods and the way the dew drops sparkled in the light of a new day.

Did you disturb the delicate threads?

Or did you hold your breath and tiptoe away

so that you would not harm the beauty of nature's art?

 

There is the stray crane that flies overhead on his way to somewhere else. 

The spectacle was enough to make me forget to breathe for a moment.

Beauty strikes such a deep chord.

Even though we would like to pull the wonder near and hold it close forever,

we accept the gift and let it go.

 

When you see a butterfly light on a flower, waving her wings in the sun,

even if you are near enough

that you could reach out and touch the delicate span with your fingertips,

would you?

Would you risk the damage you might cause?

 

I am the spider web sparkling with dew,

I am the crane in elegant flight,

I am the butterfly poised for a moment.

© 2011 Emily B


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This is lovely. Your conclusion inspires the reader to want to read it again with a new perspective. As a writer, the only thing better than convincing someone (through title and intro) to read your piece, is intriguing them enough to make them read it again!

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ugh how unoriginal i am but i completely agree with jessicamarie19. maybe i should beg her to write reviews for me! excellent write!

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i think the title merits comment. that perhaps it is more than damage caused by interaction, but by attempting to own what is essentially unownable. the halting of a trajectory - a web unspun, a flight unflown - by a love expressed selfishly.


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awesome poetry!

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Beautiful. You see, you cherish, you remember .. what more could Nature ask from a human being.

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Beautiful poem my friend.

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So very poignant,beautiful and vulnerable....

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is lovely. Your conclusion inspires the reader to want to read it again with a new perspective. As a writer, the only thing better than convincing someone (through title and intro) to read your piece, is intriguing them enough to make them read it again!

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ah to reach out and touch or admire from afar? some things are delicate and can break - you have such an eye for the little things - that web and the butterfly - little snippets of time!! wonderful writing!

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A sensational and completely unexpected ending. I thought the poem was a beautifully drawn observation of nature before, I know the feeling of being entranced by nature but also scared to touch, in case I unsettle it

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