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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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.

We have those days...those days when we are adrift in the reality of our own circumstances; lost inside of our own minds. I've been there...I'll probably be there again. I love the imagery you've used in the lines "When you call my name,/Just know, you may have to call again/before I come back to you."--from the faraway look to the second calling of the name...brilliant. Loved this one, Emily.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What I really like is the strong image in the last lines, that implies at the same time distance and nearness, an image full of tension that exactly sums up the way relationships are...Great.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I know when I call your name the answers will be wonderful. I know when you call out the questions make us all wonder.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful piece of writing. Just lovely...

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sometimes it's not enough to be sought after. We need to be needed. Desired. Anyway that is what I take with me, after reading this melancholic ghostly piece.

Diego

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had a love affair once that broke off without the tissued courtesy of a call.
I waited and waited but the gluttony of pride keep us from calling eachother.That
"I wont call her until she calls me" vertigo that gives seperation it's wings.

"i'm neither here nor there
adrift in a sea of senseless noise
battered by waves of unrecongizable emotion"

That about sum's it up.......good work, dana

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Asleep in two time zones,I hear, I hear , the call, but the room is large, veiled in red, I want you too to cross the rivers door. I will leave ,I will leave a totem,veiled in black,
again, again, I call, and no one ,no one.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

5 Years Ago

i am here

your review is pure poetry
lee von cleef

5 Years Ago

I just had fun with a echo . Two to Tango.
Emily B

5 Years Ago

poetry is like dancing is like flying . . .

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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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