Borrowed

Borrowed

A Poem by Emily B

 

I borrowed some words once

found them floating on the wind.

They were breezy little words

full of fun and laughter.

I held them close.

We smiled and sang.

And letter by letter,

I spelled them out

for you to see.

 

No, the poem's not signed.

Foolish man--these words

were never mine

to begin with.

 

They were only borrowed

from the wind.

 

© 2008 Emily B


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gorgeous. i adore the ending - "the little man" and words being borrowed from the wind so you can't claim them as your own! fantastic idea. :)

"I held them close.

We smiled and sang."

adorable. the lilting laughing quality of those lines is adorable, and really catches the reader.



Posted 14 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.




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The first poem I have reviewed since I came back looking searching for words to borrow from the wind. Thanks Em this poem defined my search. Now to the poem the imagery that ends the poem "they were only borrowed from the wind" speaks no screams loudly that nothing is ever original we all only making our perceptions on what has happened on what we feel and on how we see it. Nothing is new except our interpretation of it. And that is what makes it special and the flow through the veins of this that is called poetry.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

9 Years Ago

how are you? I still haven't made it back to Holler Poets
A poem as light hearted and whimsical as the wind. loved it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is poetry i want to read my kids someday. and poetry i'd read everyday. how i found this poem from 2008? never you mind that ;)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

9 Years Ago

the wind must have carried them your way :)
Sometimes I think people can tell as much about who we are from the words we borrow from others, as from anything we generate ourselves. Favorite songs, poems, books, all these things tell the story of who we are and of what other people mean to us. I like the way this poem reflects that, but with a sweetness and innocence that leave you feeling sort of wistful.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your words are always endearing..it is like you are conversing with your readers as they listen to you enchanted by your candor.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow...... This is so good..... Keep up the good work! XD :D

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

borrowed with joy but tinged with sorrow, we are such
creatures of regret

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lovely flow and sentiment - we borrow everything; add our unique touch and set it back into the wind.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is truly a fine poem. It has a voice and the thing it says is well expressed. Our words are not our own but come from some other place, we hold them and share them... Youre poetry is a sharing poetry, while... away the hour listening to what the flowers have to say... they will come for youre words, they shall say what it is you both shall say....

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lite and lovely way with shared words...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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