everything

everything

A Poem by Emily B

There came a day,

when he demanded

my everything

and I gave it-grudging.

 

Solomon-Wise he took

my Pandora's box secrets

and left the lid intact.

 

When I learn to love him better

I will no longer fear the giving--

wisdom will reign.

© 2012 Emily B


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I like this poem a lot, and yet, I cannot tell if it's ironic or sincere. Solomon is portrayed as a good man in the bible, and yet perhaps everything is not as it seems here. The lid is intact, but is the box?

Nonetheless, a well-constructed poem - often the shorter ones speak volumes more than the long.

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I really love the premise behind this poem. The third stanza is especially exceptional. Great metaphors. You've truly captured the scene of trapped love without needing lengthy prose to do it. Its wonderful.

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Ahh. love is about " losing yourself in the giving" ..and to give when we want to hold back..as long as the lid was left intact then Bless his soul.

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...
. this is such a surprising poem ...
. it's an epic ... and a glorious one at that ...

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this piece feels very personal and deeply rooted. the metaphor is nicely done and your imagery captures the emotive tone wonderfully. great short work. :)

~lori

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it is a happy surprise- that what?
i love the whole poem. I can totally relate to losing yourself in the giving. It is an easy thing to do. And I have found that sometimes, with the right person, you don't have to hold back and that person will actually give yourself right back to you! hmm... does that sound nutty?

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For it is only in giving that we know our true selves and discover that the true self knows no sadness, only joy.

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To give all and still retain it is perhaps a faustian bargain?

I enjoyed your word-adventure.

Enchanting!



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This is so succinct which reinforces its resonance. I read this as someone who really loves the persona, asking her to tell him the secrets she feels uncomfortable doing so, not just a painful cartharsis but the genuine fear that the world will collapse if everything is said. But in the end, he is the one who is correct, helping her to feel whole and probably to get a weight off of the persona's chest. It took me three times longer to analyse what this poem said to me, then the words you've expressed that narrative, and so many other resonant, emotive feelings in, that truly reflects your mastery.

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Good poem, for only a wiseman keeps hope.

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only a unique sort of man has such skill~ and only a unique woman knows how to give it all while keeping most ~ =)~

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