Adrift

Adrift

A Poem by Emily B
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On days when

I'm neither here nor there

Adrift in a sea of senseless noise

Battered by waves of unrecognizable emotion,

Floating, just floating.

On days when I have

That faraway look

When you call my name,

Just know, you may have to call again

before I come back to you.

© 2009 Emily B


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The poem floated my boat. Once, as a boy I stood on the porch watching raindrops fall form the eaves. I don't know at what point I came to believe the raindrpops were stationary and I was rising, but I do know at that point I fell off the porch. You poem knocked me off the porch

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

9 Years Ago

Falling off the porch is one of the surest ways to know if is poetry
Delmar Cooper

9 Years Ago

Being knocked on your a*s is another.
alan peter kelly

8 Months Ago

Poetry is tearing something up and making it into something else... sometimes, anyway.



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You communicate such a great tranquility.
This is indeed a very pleasurable read.
Sometimes we all ,, drift away, haha :) , and the feeling is just as you described it.

A.M.


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can almost relate to this; I too find myself so lost in my own world so much so that I can't swim to shore soon enough as they're reaching for me. Well written!
Write hard!
G.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this reads so well. the tone matches the content.... the disconnect and the almost monotone sepia sort of filter over a deep and kind heart.

it's like monotone only positive.

"Adrift in a sea of senseless noise
Battered by waves of unrecognizable emotion" - really resonates with me. especially recently considering i feel battered by a dozen different emotions.

the end also says so much. it's almost an apology but not really. it's like, "don't give up on me...." sometimes we need a 2nd reach out before we can pull ourselves out of the fuzz.

loved it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow. very emotional poem. i need to write something like this for my girlfriend. it would help her to understand me better, i think. well done. (im back...hopefully for awhile)

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I read this before, a few days back. It has the usual eloquence. It makes me feel like the feather. It's getting late. I've unlocked the door tonight. I wish I had more time.

The image is mesmerizing, too.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Sweetness it is.... A touching small poem about a happy dreamy female in love. I loved this

Adrift in a sea of senseless noise

Battered by waves of unrecognizable emotion, -------- a nice abstraction, i alwayas like when you do it!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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AK
Classic "Emily". Beautifully done!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Oh this is an interesting read indeed, in a style unique to you. i like the fact that you write little at times but yet write so much

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

yes you tell of a very strange state of mind ,i have seen it a lot ,i wondered where was i ,or what i am doing ,i feel so strange ,i had to withdraw for a while ,yes ,and you tell it so nicely,typical of your style dear and so sweet,M

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I know this feeling exactly. Sometimes it's really peaceful, but sometimes it drives me insane. I'll occasionally have moments where I'm not really listening to anything in particular, so every noise and sight bombards my senses and I feel really overwhelmed. However, I often have those moments when I'm thinking about something so hard, I stop seeing the things in front of me.

I really, really enjoyed this poem. You have an excellent style. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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