because you asked

because you asked

A Poem by Emily B
"

my contribution to the moon and me phenomenon lately

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Here I sit thinking of stars.

How do I get up there

in amongst them?

I want to enjoy the moonshine

from a height above.

 

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 the dry grass

at the corner of the house.

Out back where nobody can see

and watch the shadows fall.

Or maybe walk out in the darkness

finding our halting way

together

step by step.

 

There is the moon though.

And I believe the Creator

must be smiling.

 

© 2008 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
on a short leash until I can tell if it's able to be trained



Featured Review

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. (-;

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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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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the title of this poem lured me in. I love this poem it takes you to another dimension a beautiful one

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

one of most powerful reflective expressions, so knowingly fragile in its way of few words, I've read in last weeks. this poem is born for timeless success!

thank you, Emily!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

good title inviting the reader, powerful words and its creative flow, an enjoyable read... perfectly written, splendid job


Posted 13 Years Ago


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. ah, ravishing ... romantic ... epic ... song-like ... an amazing journey that is truly timeless and captivating beyond measure ... there's so much love, warmth and soul here ... sheer genius ... the words and the spirit ... and watching shadows fall ... ah, bliss ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


oh wonderful
mortal moth, beautiful and sad as mortality
clear air, starry sprinkles
and a happy ending. love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful....wonderful poem...I love how You incorporated the moth :) Timeless -Filled with hope

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

an old poem can be like a great find at the thrift shop...looks great, perfect fit

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Was writing something similiar course not as wonderful as yours..:)..i am just happy to be reading this..it is a beautiful piece.There is something immense in so simple an act as standing barefoot on grass staring at the stars.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Amazing poem. Favorite lines: "Wanting to be up there
dancing
like the mortal moth."


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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is so light...in a time when there is so much negative...a glimmer of hope

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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