what I want

what I want

A Poem by Emily B

As I am a woman and changeable,
I cannot tell you what I need--

not flowers or jewels or sweet perfume.


Today, I want the sun and moon and stars.


Tomorrow, I may only want to hear
the quiet hum of your voice. 


Tonight, I may ask you to move a mountain.

 

By morning's light, I might need a loving word
or two.


Don't think I would ask you to change for me.
You'll do the way you are for now.


But, tomorrow--well,

by then,
I may change my mind.

© 2008 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
a new take on a moldy oldie

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A very clever take on the old chestnut about women being fickle--but there's more than just one-note cleverness here. As the learned Mr. Simm states, the flow and cadence in the piece are excellent, the result of fine craftsmanship, and the interplay between the cosmic and everyday is handled expertly. Just a very fine piece of work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

w.k.kortas where are you????????

come out, come out wherever you are .................... read more



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I really liked reading this, great write!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

subtitled: "A Woman's Prerogative".... A most clear and truthful write... I dig it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved this... made me smile,as always :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Emily B

11 Years Ago

what would we do without our friends?
Southern Cross

11 Years Ago

At least I have a beautiful garden.. fruits veggies and Lavender all from seeds..Amazing what a hear.. read more
Women! You fickle, beautiful, beasts!! This was a fun take on the topic at hand. I cannot tell you what I need.....so funny, so true. Nice work, Emily.

CM

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

it is a trickster muse
well five minutes ago i wanted a mountain moved but now that seems boring so let us cut a river through the hills instead-yup,he can do that *)
a slippery slope of inner laid thoughts that brought a smile to my face truly
love how you ended it
lovely touches -by morning's light
thank you for sharing enjoyed


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like your style, your words flow nicely. Very nice craftsmanship.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A charming poem and so true. Gosh, I can't decide what I want; let alone trying to tell someone else what I want. I am woman; that makes me the way I am or it's a good excuse for everything about me. Great write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is a part in the film version of "the grapes of wrath"(old black and white henry fonda version) towards the end where Ma Joad say that the difference between men and women "is that men take everything that comes in life as a blow but women just look at it as part of a flow" or something along those lines. I find there to be a degree of truth or atleast general feasability in those words. Because they see things as a flow this is why their feelings and wants can come of as so notioriously fickle and unreadable in the eyes of men who are usually more simple and set in their ways.

That is only a hypothetical reflection of course and that is what this piece made me think. As for the poem itself, it is sincere and artful and has a wonderful flow. It is one of those works that makes the reader approach themselves as human beings more honestly and that makes it beautiful and real. Thank you for sharing this.100/100

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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