because you asked

because you asked

A Poem by Emily B
"

my contribution to the moon and me phenomenon going on lately

"

Here I sit

thinking of stars.

 

Thinking of you

under

those other stars.

 

Wanting to be up there

 

dancing

 

like the mortal moth.

 

The moon is bright.

The air is still.

Not damp. Not too cool.

 

Just clear.

 

With a sprinkling

of stars.

 

Let's stand barefoot

in dry grass

in an open field

under those stars.

 

Out where

nobody can see

and watch

the shadows fall.

 

Or walk out in darkness

finding

our halting way

fingers

twined loosely

step by step.

 

There is the moon, though.

And I believe,

somewhere,

the Creator

must be smiling.

 

© 2010 Emily B


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I had a vision yesterday while my band was trying "Knocking on heaven 's door" for the first time...something about how some dude said jesus isn't home right now or something, so we smoked some heavenly pot, because it's the same as coffee up there...I was ridiculously tired, but I saw some interesting things in that vision. So yeah, "mortal moth"...reminded me of that a bit. (-;

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Emily B

11 Years Ago

how did i miss all this?
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

11 Years Ago

idk?



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i love this and wrote another review, but having problems getting my comp to work. anyway, excellent!

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I knew it was a 100 pointer before I read it Emily. The title alone warrants it. :)

*Let's stand barefoot in dry grass in an open field under those stars. ...
I have. I want to again. As soon as these boots come off in Spring, I will.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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ohhh,so lovely,,,your speciality is creating complex emotions from simple words,,,one of loveliest pieces i have ever read,,,sweet ,like [sparkling of stars],,,so much companion ship,,,and a woman's feelings potrayed how we want a friend as our lover,,,Em,,, have you ever visited village,anyhow,,,you got to see fireflies in bushes sprinkled like star dust,,,when we cousins were children we would circle around fire singing,saying that we would only accept him as husband who would hold our hand,taking us to the lake where to gather fireflies from tumbling bushes,,,you reminded me of a cherishing memory,thankyou,,,

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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Wonderful travel of words Emily. One can feel the serenity of your words, the passion of peace as we drift through the canvas of night. The brush lightly stokes filling the mind with a wonderful display of love, an aura of warmth and a lasting impression of unity. hugs

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a perfect blend of imagery and soul

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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Yup, He's still smiling... often as He can.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that was very beautiful. I could see my self doing just this. My hats off to you!

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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the creator is smiling. He's wearing the special glasses..How can you not smile while wearing them?

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very beautiful and I am always a humble witness to Gods creation to absort through my soul down to my toes. astounded from the inside-out.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


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I really like the sense of peace that you bring to this. Everything about this work is soothing - the imagery, the tone, the language, and the last stanza just drives that all home. I really enjoyed this work for its musing air of reflection and the happy memories it inevidably evokes (in someone, if not in myself). Well done!

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Emily B

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