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A Poem by Emily B

You wonder where my power comes from

and shine silver bullets to silence

siren songs that spring from somewhere.

You look for trap doors and hidden switches,

{dissecting me piece by piece}

to find the melodies you still swear you can't hear.

Your logic can't explain wingless flight

or answers like sweet pups that come when called.

And so I face the inquisition, dodging pitchforks and fire

for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me.

One day, if you look close, you may find

that my voice is all that ever wanders.

I am anchored fast to this good earth

but one day my wings will grow again.

© 2009 Emily B


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A really fine poem packed with great imagery, with sirens and trap doors, then the wonderfully written line ...for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me, full of both humour and bitterness ( love it ). Emily writes really well, and as someone who has followed her work it is getting even better all the time. Great poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

ah, bitterness :) it is good i am a poet, otherwise there would be no relief



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Very strong- the last three lines wrap up and involve a deeper understanding of the poem. Always a pleasure to read and pause and share your thoughts.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so utterly perfect .

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A really fine poem packed with great imagery, with sirens and trap doors, then the wonderfully written line ...for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me, full of both humour and bitterness ( love it ). Emily writes really well, and as someone who has followed her work it is getting even better all the time. Great poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

ah, bitterness :) it is good i am a poet, otherwise there would be no relief
really liked the way you worded this, it's a great write. keep it up!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved this poem, smoothly flowing with a softness and roughness. A great work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


relates to the title very well and has a sense that all you non believers and quick movers with easy forgetfulness, will one day understand and hence acknowledge my strength..It's like a new generation not believing that their forefathers actually did things worthy..but would be made to realize that their skepticism is misdirected.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think this is just excellent Emily. I'm not shy about offering crit so hopefully that's a statement.



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

really remarkable. lots of great ideas. beautiful ending

Posted 13 Years Ago


Powerful work and it works on so many levels particularly as women are often persecuted by men around the world for simply being powerful and intelligent. Jealousies and narrow suspicious minds too often burden beautiful and creative spirits. It's something worthy of fighting back.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

to inherit her wind


Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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