wandered off

wandered off

A Poem by Emily B
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preamble to a trip back to Daniel Boone's fort . . . and come to think of it a woman that would leave the protection of hearth and home to brave the wilds . . . she must be a little crazy

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If you should chance to find me gone

absent from spinning wheel and loom

dasher idle in the butter churn

 

If you survey the fields and hills

to find me not at work in the garden

and not returning from the spring

 

If you should look around to find

sewing cast aside

dishes strewn unwashed on the hearth

 

It could be

     I've wandered off alone down to the river

     to lose myself in the cool flow.

 

© 2010 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
getting excited for the coming weekend

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Well, I read the piece - I thought about what I know of you - the two contradicted - I skimmed the reviews, and they seemed to agree more with what I know of you than what I saw. For the life of me, it may be the mood that I have been in of late - but I saw this as a suicide piece. As somebody that looked as if they were going about their normal lives in a normal manner, suddenly disappears... having loosed themselves to the cool still flow, perhaps as Ophelia did in Hamlet. Yes, I definitely saw something different here - perhaps I need to get out of left field.

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Well, that shows..has a pull to it...emotional yet entrancing..LAury

Posted 12 Years Ago


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i am haunted by the brilliant imagery of William Carlos as i step through this piece into the wild air that the unknown allows me. the way in which the water will cascade through my almost meaningless limbs, reminding me of their meaning. whether this was meant to call to mind Styx, the river of time, or the journey we are all floating onward to, is irrelevant as i feel the cool of this water. thank you, speaker and poety, for taking me down toward the banks with you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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. oh ... this is just so surreal ... i can only imagine what fun that must be ... to wander off like that ... just the kinda thing i would love to do ... to escape from the mess and just revel in the cool flow of a river ... love this ... hope you have amazing fun this weekend ... it's so fascinating to be able to do this ... :) ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


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this is a little odd, but I like it. It reminds me of all the abandoned homesteads that you see in the north carolina/tennessee region.
The end is nicely ambiguous. You aren't sure whether she's just given up on everything or whether she's just shirking, since the tone of the poem isn't particularly "depressing"

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I've wandered off alone down to the river
to lose myself in the cool flow.

An amazingly written work.





Posted 12 Years Ago


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Leaving the daily chores of life to find ourselves in a moment of peace, loved this

Posted 12 Years Ago


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What a great testament to time honored tradition of playing hookie, of that intensely selfish but of so pleasurable feeling of enumerating your chores, and making the decision to ignore them in favor of something you want to do instead of something you ought to do.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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emily, you should have called out for me! i love the hearth and home images.
very fine.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

smiling , a great investment of time .. paying attention to the most important duty , that of the self .

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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