Emily B

Emily B

"

there will be poetry, but maybe not today

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Richmond, KY
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About Me

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 golden thread;
spellbound by my gentle whisper.

You are welcome to stay,
through spring rain
and autumn crisping,
though you still search
for someone with soft hands
and bountiful breast.

And when my gracious gifts spill over
from my full-grown lap,
you scoop them up with wondrous hands
and all the hunger
of a Lost Boy.

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Emily is sewing, her threads kept
in a pale blue can
There is a cameo on the lid
in white, in profile
She is working with small pieces
that grow large and wander
out the kitchen window
Soon they scatter the neighborhood
which is so small that no one takes
notice
They cross the mountains
into the cities, that pause,
in pleasure
There is a measure in the cloth
that they like
There is a voice somewhere
where the threads have worn soft
Emily has thrown away
some old patterns,
She has knotted the thread
with gentle teeth
She has pulled it tight
to make sure it will hold
Emily is sewing
with her luminous needle
Her eyes on alert
for dropped stitches.
--Phibby Venable

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The older I get, the less I remember to filter the words that flow from my brain to my mouth. I move quickly from one thought to another or I linger too long on something that was said five minutes ago. If you find that I've left "the verb and the pronoun out" of some exchange between us. Let me know. I'll get it together and we'll have a pleasant conversation.

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Posted 2 Months Ago


I was posting some stuff at hellopoetry. I just haven't been able to get past all the history here yet

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Posted 2 Months Ago


I plan to come back to reviewing in about 3 weeks. Need to finish my masters degree first.

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Posted 3 Months Ago


Oh, I hate when the site eats something I write. Happens all the time. :-(

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Posted 3 Months Ago


My sincerest condolences for your loss... I'll keep you and yours in my thoughts...

Chris

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Posted 8 Months Ago


Happy New Year Em....

all the best for you and yours!

Chris

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Posted 10 Months Ago


U kno I like that Lost Boys poem Ema. Man, life is a perplexing journey Ema. Went through some very rough/ugly shi*! I will give I my#. Damn s8 I'm a tease...heehee. Yer the only one who ever got a photo. ;-)

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Posted 10 Months Ago


The last word should read...'scatter'... U can call me AO if u want Ema, but AO Is a pseudonym. However, it does seem I have connected with this AO dude. Heehee ;-)

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Posted 10 Months Ago


If I could shatter into a million pieces and fly in all the directions I'd need to go to hold all the hands i'd need to hold to defrost all of the hearts froze-Zen would be the gift I'd share with millions of souls everywhere and to the one millionth ond one I'd miss my gift would be a Christmas kiss. Gifts given in revelry as souls cajole hypnotically kisses meander upon ghostly lips mistletoe icons and Zen postscripts make meaning of matter when given from heart turning Aqueous solid freeze form then a spark from kiss of life my body shatters my gift conceived a soul reprieved and one million and one diamonds shatter.

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Posted 10 Months Ago


Where is my Ema??

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Posted 1 Year Ago


Your voice has brought me back to you x