ohh that was very nice Emily dear..i think it goes way beyond what the words do tell
i think every one has a special halo that goes around with him,but no one will see
maybe only a few though will see that,and discover what really lies deep in there
i just loved it
lovely write
. oh ... gosh ... so beautiful ... so consuming ... so revealing ... and so compelling ... when reading a poem is about being in a precious moment, what can one say ... except ... thank you to the poet ... so, thank you, emily ... for this ravishing piece of work ...
How enchanting and terrifying are those who can read us and see us as we really are. And how precious those who accept what they see, seeking to neither fix us or expose us. And how exquisite, of those few, the ones who stay with us anyway.
Although you may cloak, cover and camouflage (sp?), someone has captured your image while you were at rest suggesting they got a good picture of you (though of course, you keep some for yourself or perhaps there is only so much one can know of another. Nevertheless, you know you are seen and therefore realized.
Only those special few can see the "facets of me that can't be captured by even the most skillful artist." You've done a good job of describing the parts of oneself we learn to grow cunning at camoflauging. I liked the lines "I cloak and cover and conceal when the world wanders too close" since I do a good version of duck and dive myself. Well done, Emily. - Mimi. xx
lovely and engaging introspection. you make your reader wonder why you would conceal who you really are, why you hide yourself. my only suggestion would be to maybe reconsider the use of "cover" in L8 since you use "uncover" just three lines later. just my opinion, though. i think L8 would be just as strong without it. really wonderfully penned.
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..