curses

curses

A Poem by Emily B
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been contemplating Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott"

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You’re whispering secrets to stars
and I’m warbling love songs
to confused meadowlarks.

Tennyson is too romantic

for a fool like me.

Maybe I should keep to my tower--
busy fingers making seams
no one can see.

Even if there are curses.

I will still walk
through the green valley
holding a valiant hand.


© 2010 Emily B


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Hey, I really like this. It feels carefully-crafted, so I'll cup its fragile words gently in my mind and savour your skill.

"and I’m warbling love songs
to a confused meadowlark" - for some reason I love a good metaphor beginning with 'and', I think it's the implied casual voice...and this is a particularly nice one.

Like everyone below, I have only praise for this poem.
Cheers for sharing it with us.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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very romantic indeed Emily! a joy to read and imagine .. love the humility in your speaker .. your poem whisks me away to another time .. another place .. gentle on the mind and heart .. nice one .. like it a lot.
E.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

Thank you, sir!
LOVE this.

Like your seams its expertly crafted.

Your self-depreciation, an acknowledgement of your own folly and humaness and balanced by your strength and hope

Posted 3 Years Ago


"Tennyson is to romantic..." You are right he was the perfect romantic whether he wrote about knights and ladies -Lancelot and Elaine, or brave light brigadiers facing Russian guns. It may indeed be that fools write poetry, but this is no foolish poem. Thank you for bringing it back.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

It seemed a good valentine :)
gorgeous, Emily

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

3 Years Ago

I miss you, John
Come join me in my Tower where we can still look out and view the comings and goings and share a laugh or two. Loved this thought so profound in its simplicity and so you.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

smiling - where has this been hiding?

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

it took a walk and finally found its way back to the tower
michael.c.m

10 Years Ago

glad it did. Think I'll post it on the 'fridge. A reminder to write more and paint less...
Emily B

10 Years Ago

ahhh, but painting is good :) so many pretty colors on the palette
Something from Emily's wardrobe. Fine fabric gilt with sequins and a rich brocade. I love it when you put up a gem I've not read. Meadowlarks are beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

a little something from the old ghost collection
Always a joy to read your thoughts.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

thank you :)
Smile. Big smile. This one was great. Maybe I should keep to my tower....

I really enjoyed this for its simplicity and veiled references. It's nice to see some of your older work, for comparative purposes.

CM.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

comparatively, this one is pretty new :)

but then, maybe my thoughts are new every day
ChemicalMadness

10 Years Ago

Thought this was 3 years old? In MY context, that's "older". ;)
Emily B

10 Years Ago

the first poems I will admit to happened in 2006. This is maybe my mid-point in evolution.
Emily, this is amazing and beautiful. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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