walking

walking

A Poem by Emily B

I wish you would take my hand

and walk away with me.

Conversations may float

from autumn branches

or we may find

that silence is sweeter.

There are wildflowers somewhere

-waiting-

to wave in the wind.

There is a rock

high on the hill

where distant drums

still pray.

I want to take you there.

© 2011 Emily B


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Emily B
too new, will change

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And I'm ready to travel Miss Emily. ;o) I want to hear the prayer drums and the sighing wind chanting softly across the hills... we can watch the stately mockingbird in pen-striped gray tuxedo officiate the dawn. His pulpit will be a mulberry tree and his song will lead our choir. Joyous!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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You have taken me there.... so often.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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. oh ... how very beautiful and enchanting and magical ...
. can't wait to see that rock ...
. a lovely lyric, emily ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There are some beautiful sounds tying this piece together, simply as it is: you pair words wonderfully, in a fashion that conjures rather than simply evokes. This a little treasure of a kernel, I'm intrigued to see its final shape if you decide to change it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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that silence is sweeter the best types of walks-nice write

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And I'm ready to travel Miss Emily. ;o) I want to hear the prayer drums and the sighing wind chanting softly across the hills... we can watch the stately mockingbird in pen-striped gray tuxedo officiate the dawn. His pulpit will be a mulberry tree and his song will lead our choir. Joyous!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

meditative love and light~

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Why change? Oftentimes we wish we could take a loved one who needs calming on such a walk as you describe. If only they could see what you can see - and hear in that inner voice of yours.
Great sense of feeling - again.
ATB
Alex.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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where distant drums still pray.

... that is a line to say softly, again and again.
and then to beat loudly against the wind.

i can feel the day here... the wind in the meadow grass, the sun through the trees... the rock radiant in the blue field of sky...
beautiful.

Posted 13 Years Ago


let's go !


Posted 13 Years Ago


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'Conversations may float
from autumn branches'

some gorgeous images running through this poem, that sense of sharing the experience, of being with someone. Stunning!



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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