some mystery becomes the proud

some mystery becomes the proud

A Poem by Emily B

The wild conjurer flails enigmatic words

-coy- through the pale moonlight.

Magnanimous in his gleaming bounty

dances to the rhythms of a breeze.

Vast in his cunning and prowess

-lurks-in the pale moonlight.

I am the contrived reflection of shadow

echoing shallow spells ineffectually.

Contortions negate thought

Instincts ascend new heights

Invocations practice their approach

I fly higher than I've ever flown

perched precariously on a whim.


© 2009 Emily B



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When two people are just perfect...it is like the type and shadow of love. One will match so personally, so perfectly, the two of you will become as the one and the shadow. It is a powerfully romantic image. It is made perfect in the perfection that you achieve in his oneness with your soul. Superlative piece of poetry, laced with deeper imagery - layer upon layer of love's presuppositions.
Todd

Posted 9 Years Ago


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someday i'll get you to confess. how you do it? write so. how do you find such words. or as you say the words find you. but how do you hide or reveal yourself so such words. where do you stand or sit. what a wonderful puzzling ability you have. to write a few like this, ok. but to do it over and over. i imagine you don't walk, i imagine you gliding. someday i'll get you to confess!

Posted 7 Years Ago


wonderful poem, emily! i love this: Contortions negate thought

Instincts ascend new heights
i love the belief in flight.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I seethe magician and the shadows and believe it or not the whim floating away. Light and airy. while the conjurer flails, I tend to be a visualist so if I can picture the poem its that much better for me.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is great.... normally I avoid modern poets flinging out large words as they mainly sound plucked from a thesaurus and are themselves ignorant of the true meanings, but you... you know your stuff. I was happily surprised by this piece which leaves an intellectual flavor upon the lips. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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brilliant work...love your choice of words. L

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

brilliant, I might add..
ah, what the hey!
Brilliant.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How the hell did I miss this? This is pretty damn impressive; the description of a conjurer as "magnanimous", the "contrived reflection of shadow"....well, that's some pretty fair prestidigitation in its own right. This is some fine, fine writing.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yes, the echos and shadow dance

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Your use of words is awesome, Emily. I love the imagery and the feel of this piece.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it feels like a novel of romance
love the ending, a simple "whim" :) --mishel x

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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