Revival

Revival

A Poem by Emily B
"

written after a weekend at an 1805 Kentucky Camp Meeting

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Like the ember
smouldering
unseen in the ashes,
my heart will someday
flame passionately.
One breath--
is all I need
to change this
seeming-charred soul
into a
furious
fire.


© 2009 Emily B



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That's all it takes and sometime it can come from sources we least expect. One moment you're feeling down and the next completely rejuvenated and ready to conquer the world. I love the allusion of rising from your own ashes like a phoenix here.

Posted 9 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.




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Where do our revivals come from, our revelations? What has the power to change us so? Good books, trips, new love? As a writer Emily, maybe the satisfaction of creativity or trying a new creative form?

The piece reminds me of how many transformations we face as a writer, with the ever present necessity to pass through multiple psychological rebirths to find our spark once again....nice write!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful. The fierce hope that is present is amazing. Thank you

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh Emily, this is so beautify, in the way that it can be read on so many different and positive ways. Upon first reading, my romantic side was sent afluttering, with the verse: "my heart will someday/flame passionately." But I know there is, a deeper and more personal side to this poem, which I am grateful that you have allowed me, into.


Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

thank you therisa :)
therisa

4 Years Ago

Your welcome, Emily.
this paints a beautiful picture,
I'm sure that fire has been furiously burning ever since

this is really good.

100/100

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh Emily, there's so much history here, so much longing, briefly, beautifully put. But, petal, It happens, out of the blue, the grey, the whatever .. and its sudden arrival is more than magical.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

4 Years Ago

i was in the 18th century religious meeting and grieving my modern loss
emmajoy

4 Years Ago

Forgive me, love, not familiar with how things are at the Meetings, so if my review offends you, i t.. read more
Emily B

4 Years Ago

time and location were just the catalyst for the grief that swept me
Oh Emily, How that ember banks itself. Still a hot little smoldering thing tucked into a corner. The right breath... A whisper, really...could engulf you. Love the images and thoughts this brings to me. Angi~

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

breathing, the essence/genesis of all magic...
well, at least according to clive barker
my 3D art canvas has a few of birds in it
but they're more quirky than phoenix-y
I like quirky & also intense; why we get along?
probably, right

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

maybe it's wrong to have an egg sandwich while you miss your hawk?
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

maybe peanut butter..it's easier to make anyway
Emily B

4 Years Ago

i'm kinda thinkin about tuna salad
Very eloquent. It has all the passion and clarity of a truth that has been lived.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your ability to work at length and not run out of steam and yet capture emotion in a few words shows your true ability. This is such a lovely powerful piece conveyed in a simple metaphor. Such feeling!!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very romantic . Well penned.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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