a small start

a small start

A Poem by Emily B

everything changed and yet nobody noticed
 
but i've noticed that a lot of people like to talk at me
they never give me room to answer back
 
it has been a year for change and stress and loss
 
five funerals in ten weeks, three of those murdered under the age of 33
 
there is something that is attacking the light-filled
i don't know if you've noticed
 
something that is trying to extinguish
those who are love
 
i notice that
i am still here
 
i thought i loved
my tears are real

© 2015 Emily B



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the tears are real, the love is real...but others aren't listening...i have had that too---people talk at me...no room for response, or for them to listen...

but poets hear other poets...at least most do...but i guess some don't...they just say read me and glorify me with your comments...but there is no reciprocation..

life gets really hard sometimes, and we need someone to listen...not just talk.

nicely expressed...i really felt this one deeply...

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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All that is or was is no longer and will never be again and no one notices, but I am still here hiding behind voices that will not allow me to speak, quickly turning to mumbles as I stare at nothing. Really sad and the tears flow upon the page. Life is fleeting, we win, we lose and then we are gone. Great writing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the tears are real, the love is real...but others aren't listening...i have had that too---people talk at me...no room for response, or for them to listen...

but poets hear other poets...at least most do...but i guess some don't...they just say read me and glorify me with your comments...but there is no reciprocation..

life gets really hard sometimes, and we need someone to listen...not just talk.

nicely expressed...i really felt this one deeply...

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Death and the dramas of life seem to be coming at us at a higher rate of speed. Making it hard to process the pain and suffering around us. It is a battle to stay the course. Well done piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

2 Years Ago

three bright and shining young co-workers murdered since September 11, so here I am :)
Willard Wells

2 Years Ago

I am sorry for your loss and pain. There will be a new day in your future.
Emily B

2 Years Ago

there will be many new days for most of us :)

hope still lives somewhere
The ups and downs of life, the gains and dear losses, the self traditions and changes, the small steps and leaps. May God be with you.
By the way, those who care notice...:).....

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"i notice that/I am still here"...how much like that other Emily, and I for one am grateful that you are still here.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

2 Years Ago

too much tragedy and not enough poetry

and so I am here :)

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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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