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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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 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

9 Years Ago

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

9 Years Ago

Being knocked on your a*s is another.
alan peter kelly

8 Months Ago

Poetry is tearing something up and making it into something else... sometimes, anyway.



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I love this, the characterisation is superb and resonant, I can relate to this, the "waves of unrecognizable emotion" in particular. I like the use of floating because it's continuous rather than static so you know that this is an a state the persona could return to in the future. I love the "sea of senseless noise", the classic imagery is superb and the idea of noise as senseless too. I love the structure, the short, succinct lines contrasted with the longer ones, the irregularity really gives the reader the feel of floating on waves because the shape of your poem reflects the shape of the ocean.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I kind of floated through your poem; it was an easy read with that trademark unease one feels after reading your work, kind of like I should somehow straighten up my life right now sort of thing. I don't think unrecognizable fits. It seems too concrete here. My humble opinion. Thanks for sharing your talent!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the lines :

Adrift in a sea of senseless noise

Battered by waves of unrecognizable emotion..

It is amazing when I come across a poem which expresses the emotions which I have been going through in exact words.It helps to know that how unaware are we when we wallow in what we feel thinking we are alone in feeling so.These words were a reckoning that am not alone in my sentiments.We are all tied by that common something..
Emily..you write with a genuine candor as if you are whispering to a friend or writing in a diary..it is touching.Thankyou..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And if that doesn't work...go away and leave me alone...lol...I got too much to think about. :o)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And even so, a certain part remains there, adrift...There should be a word in English which combines splendid and simple...How about simplended!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Dreaming images of worlds to be
just letting go of now
takes wind across the sea
sailing alone somehow
wake me...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can relate on days I'm lost in thought, so many thoughts that I lose myself in them. Creatively written, nice flow and very expressive usage of words. Thanks for sharing! (:

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ha!! this sounds like me on almost any given day. I am a dreamer and get lost in my daydreams. Hello i'm still here I think. cute poem. i enjoyed it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Adrift in the sea ofsenseless noise...
days when people get lost in themselves.:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love it :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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