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Adrift

Adrift

A Poem by Emily B
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On days when

I'm neither here nor there

Adrift in a sea of senseless noise

Battered by waves of unrecognizable emotion,

Floating, just floating.

On days when I have

That faraway look

When you call my name,

Just know, you may have to call again

before I come back to you.


© 2009 Emily B



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There's something immensely real in being neither here nor there.. tis a place where a person can be utterly alone but happily self, briefly lost in an unreachable place Cloud-gazing loses me to reality sometimes..

Those two last lines are like golden cords holding you close to someone.. out of reach but never gone.. so beautiful.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

thank you, dearest
emmajoy

3 Years Ago

more than a pleasure, Emily... and now i switch off my lappie and ligh, then, creep into that place .. read more



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Emily, you have captured beautifully, in this poem, those moments, which our brains tries to protect us, from the world around us. Too often, I have that "1 000 metre" stare, which you describe, as I deal with my traumatic past.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

thank you, therisa!
therisa

3 Years Ago

Your welcome, Emily.
There's something immensely real in being neither here nor there.. tis a place where a person can be utterly alone but happily self, briefly lost in an unreachable place Cloud-gazing loses me to reality sometimes..

Those two last lines are like golden cords holding you close to someone.. out of reach but never gone.. so beautiful.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

thank you, dearest
emmajoy

3 Years Ago

more than a pleasure, Emily... and now i switch off my lappie and ligh, then, creep into that place .. read more
The poem floated my boat. Once, as a boy I stood on the porch watching raindrops fall form the eaves. I don't know at what point I came to believe the raindrpops were stationary and I was rising, but I do know at that point I fell off the porch. You poem knocked me off the porch

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

Falling off the porch is one of the surest ways to know if is poetry
Delmar Cooper

3 Years Ago

Being knocked on your a*s is another.
Calling is one thing and answering the call is another. You portray the power and effect of both in this wonderful write...Excellent...:).......

Posted 3 Years Ago


The value of persistence. Just because you never really know the state of mind your call will find...
I enjoyed the poem very much.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Je pense que Emily est dans la lune

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

merci, merci :)

i hope all is well in your world
This is a very real poem. It's idea is simple but it's a great poem because of how it's written and how true it is that these days exist, days when we are here in physicality, but so far away in our minds :) well penned!

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

thank you so very much
short poem but very much touching.. and filled with emotions.. good one..

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brief, but not lacking in effect. Paints a very good, relate-able picture in my head. Easy to read, but in no way does that mean it isn't deep or compelling.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful.... I can feel this piece... I can relate...lots of emotion... :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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