when our words run

when our words run

A Poem by Emily B
"

old words

"

 

I remember you
your whispered half-questions
resembling the thoughts I almost had
on another cloudy day.
Your honest words filled me,
tempted me into flights of
unexplored consciousness
and step by step I ventured
farther from my own locked doors.
I wandered out alone
into bright, dead-of-day streets
full of my own possibilities
seized by my own fallibilities.
Some days I will meet the gaze
of the demons that haunt this world
but on others
when my self-fed fears are too much
I may need you to walk beside me.
Take my hand.
Your words are my strength.
Your strength is my hope.
My hope is your redemption.
We will save one another.

© 2014 Emily B



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I think there is some striking symbolism in the "dead-of-day" line. Overall, the rhythm is incredibly immersive while still being broken up by the lines. "And step by step I ventured
farther from my own locked doors."
Something about that line really gives a nice brisk rhythm. Part of this poem seems like a biting angst within the speaker competing with the outer source of strength from a loved one. Well done.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

5 Months Ago

Thank you!



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I think there is some striking symbolism in the "dead-of-day" line. Overall, the rhythm is incredibly immersive while still being broken up by the lines. "And step by step I ventured
farther from my own locked doors."
Something about that line really gives a nice brisk rhythm. Part of this poem seems like a biting angst within the speaker competing with the outer source of strength from a loved one. Well done.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

5 Months Ago

Thank you!
Seven years ago I loved this poem... Seven years later is still has its powerful effect...

So good to read you again

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

5 Months Ago

Thanks, dear!
You are the purest of wordsmiths Emily. Truly a delight to drop in and read you. Much love -

Rosa
-x-

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

2 Years Ago

I am blessed by the company :)
I love the tone of this, it perfects the duality of beauty and boldness, tenderness and strength. It's very lovely, and I felt I could so closely relate to your convictions expressed here. Thank you for sharing, the composition is brilliantly written.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

your poetry (2009?) puts you in the room with the sleeping child like Sharon Olds, the mother the
lover, the woman who faces her own fallibilities of human strength and hope for imagined futures.
Nothing is more hauntingly fulfilling than honesty taking flight.

a wonderful write Ms. Burns

dana

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love it when someone digs up old words so that we can revisit them, especially when they are as wonderful as these.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

But one must be so careful, mustn't one? Because once we venture out of the locked doors, even if we return to them, they can, once unlocked, never be the same again. And how many of us have beat our fists against the ceiling of the sky at that fact until we saw it, and its messengers, as gifts of utmost value? I'd say you have handled a five-year transition beautifully.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

I am, as well!
Emily B

3 Years Ago

the friends i have gained are so much more supportive than the ones of the past
Marie Anzalone

3 Years Ago

maybe it is not such a bad thing to let nature take its course and settle into the circles where we .. read more
Wow. Well done! Someone else has already quoted the ending, which was my favorite bit of this amazing poem. Thank you for sharing. Adding this to my library.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i like this poem alote, it says soo much :) good write! keep it up

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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