patience

patience

A Poem by Emily B
"

not where this was supposed to go

"

I thought I might walk out

this morning and bear witness

to the Passion

of the leaves on Big Hill.

 

I paused under the wise old oak.

Sat long and wondering

and my endurance was blessed

by scarlet and gold hues

intensifying above me.

© 2009 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
I got caught up in the dynamic between patience and passion one day

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A season of change, it seems to be, looking in the distance, beyond tomorrow for that passion.........that change. We wait patiently, only to find that it is there, in our own backyard........ we only needed to look for its colorful presence.
This is how I read this Emily and as always your words make us think, that is a good thing. You and nature are truely connected.

Tony

Posted 15 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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You describe the scene beautifully, and in poetic fashion too. Nicely penned. ~ Robert.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

thank you :)
Wow, you have a real sense for capturing the moment. Poetic snapshots with wonderful depth perception. The more I read the more I like.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

what brought me to your poetry is what brings me to it now...that balance
between patience and passion, like the reflex action of a grand pianist.

After I read this I felt triumphant as if it was me who should be celebrating
victory, not you....thanks for sharing this with us.....dana

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and in just a brief commodicum of carefully chosen courses you have found that sweet spot between patience and passion which defines itself as contemplation. I wonder how I missed reading this earlier.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I felt both of those. Very beautifully written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I just love nature..at its peak or just there with no buildings..just mountains..valleys, treees..rivers..I enjoy it more than any city..Nice thoughts in this one,,love Kathie

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a fine poem, gentle and soothing, that transports a feeling of peace, this works very well, excellent write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ahhhh.... the affect of the wise old oak.... it happens every time. You captured it wonderfully. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So is this a metaphor or a simple portryal of nature observed? Whatever it is once again emotion expressed in few words that evoke such colourful imagery.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Everyone gets caught up in the dynamics of it..once in a while..:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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