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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emily...emily...shhh...emily...

Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Sometimes we lose our way we just hope those who love us won't give up on us and help guide us back... another beautiful write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

short & sweet like "ice cream"

Well done you should feel proud or at less happy this one was a good one

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i really like this...i am horrible at poetry so i like reading other people's to try to get inspiration. i like the way you made the sea into emotions and other related things. it was really good.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

i like this poem. it's short and sweet and has just the right charisma to keep the flame alive. woot.

in the war of words and freedoms,
christopher michael

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I actually have days like that...as writers, our minds do wonder.

Great poem:) AD

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is exceptionally well!


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This reminds me of a daydreaming child at school who is unaware of the reality around her and the fact her teacher has asked her a question, calling her name again and again while she is lost in thought...somewhere far away. I think most writers are daydreaming children and the picture with reflected shadows is a perfect avatar for this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

What a wonderful piece, we escape to a space of our own making. Then when someone call for us, they will need to call over and over to reach you.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your writing speaks to me...I am adrift, unaware until I am called!! Loved this!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 5, 2008
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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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