bereft

bereft

A Poem by Emily B

my beggared heart

     wandered

               naked roads

impoverished

     of moon shine

deprived

     of sun's gift

bereaved

          of Muse

© 2011 Emily B


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

It wouldn't have been so bad if you'd not been impoverished of moonshine. I could stand a swig myself. hahaha You know I'm just ribbing ya? I like this except it's sad. Give that bereaved Muse a drink...You know the Bible says "Give strong drink to him who is about to perish and wine to those who are of heavy hearts"...there's a verse that doesn't get read much on Sunday from the pulpit!

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

the moon, the sun and the Muse all know each other well.


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Empty and alone we miss the stars .. aggrieved, bereaved, they miss us.
Sad words, simply and beautifully strung.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

One path leads to another...and often, they differ greatly!
I'm no wise pandit, but one mantra I know that always works.. "this too shall pass"
Goes without saying, amazing poetry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it feels like one is in a black hole. follow the singing of the birds and the exit will appear.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SHORT, and to the point as always.Your muse may need some of that moonshine.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Muse is like the wind

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

[send message][befriend] Subscribe
...
. this is absolutely heartbreaking ... but exquisitely beautiful ... things will get better ... our willingness to look for light often is the key to finding light ... i'm sure you will ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this, strange how with such a short number of words, you can afford to show so much. A portrayal of a fear and defeat I recognize, though perhaps I am being foolish to read to much into the words imprinted within this page. But with a love of your style comes a flourish of feeling, perhaps misconceptions shapes what we are trying to say. A short bitter-sweet symphony, I love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

been up and down that road many times :) you paint the picture so well

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such longing and the lingering feel of things left unsaid. lovely piece of brevity.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


First Page first
Previous Page prev
1
Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

772 Views
34 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on May 26, 2011
Last Updated on June 15, 2011
Previous Versions

Author

Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



About
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..

Writing
My place My place

A Poem by Emily B


For Emma For Emma

A Poem by Emily B


Old bones Old bones

A Poem by Emily B



Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


found words found words

A Poem by Emily B


my apologies my apologies

A Poem by Emily B