a dream

a dream

A Poem by Emily B

My white dress hanging limp

under the blaze of the afternoon sun.

I wait for the one who will show me the way,

who will take my hand and lead me

through the underground tunnels of my mind.

I watch her hands as she speaks

in smooth, melodic tones imparting

knowledge of all ages

the knowledge that will require

great responsibility and heartache.

I watch her hands as we walk

I wonder at all she says is true,

I wonder that I could ever be so complete.

 

© 2008 Emily B


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Emily B
starting over

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'a dream'
Emily B,
So much within each of us is lived as if in a mirror. Our strength is limited yet we all try, we fall, we get back up. I pray and seek my Lord Jesus Christ so much and am amazed at how grace is always His answer even when I don't understand or like how life is. It is my life after all. I am always learning. Beautiful poem of living out our inner dreams.
Blessings,
Kathy

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for understanding!



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'a dream'
Emily B,
So much within each of us is lived as if in a mirror. Our strength is limited yet we all try, we fall, we get back up. I pray and seek my Lord Jesus Christ so much and am amazed at how grace is always His answer even when I don't understand or like how life is. It is my life after all. I am always learning. Beautiful poem of living out our inner dreams.
Blessings,
Kathy

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much for understanding!
I feel like, I am the child, who is narrating your poem, Emily. For I have so far to go, before I will ever think of myself, as being "so complete". When will I know that I have reached this stage, in my life? If ever.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

let your gifts flow, you will get there
therisa

10 Years Ago

I am trying, Emily.
This is simply a wonderful poem, because it causes the reader to ponder it. In you words "I wonder" leaves us well wondering. It can be interpreted in so many ways according to the readers mind. Kudos!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think the word "complete" is relative, in that maybe it's an evolving awareness..I saw this piece as a communication with an evolved version of yourself..this creates an interesting irony, which is an amazing catalyst, coming from an amazing poem. I like it :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The image of the dress soaking up the sun had a strong impact visually I lingered there for a moment, would there be such a one to gently guide, the most rewarding treasures are gained from responsibility and heartache but you would know that being a mother.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A fine poem with a subtle message. I like poems like this, poems that don`t shout but with quiet understatement impress with wisdom and insight. Excellent.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nicely done! The imagery in this one is absolutely perfect. I like a poem that doesn't overdo things just for the sense of overdoing them...some people do way too much, and other don't do enough, but you, it seems, do just the right amount. I look forward to reading more.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A teaching dream, a questing dream. A lovely piece of poetry complete into and unto itself.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

coming to visit you soon, it is time to climb a mountain or read a counfounded letter, or be born, i.. read more
maybe it will be a child, one yet to be born

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

someone whispered, maybe i am the child, and it is time to be born
Larry Dyson

11 Years Ago

so true..contemplate and do.
Emily B

11 Years Ago

blessed day

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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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