timid

timid

A Poem by Emily B

can I sit with you?

not too close

over here a little

I want to see what you see

I'll only rest my eyes on yours a moment

before I look back to the horizon

tell me

some private history that amuses you

let me hear the bravado in your voice

as I imagine great adventure

lean closer

so that your hand nearly brushes mine

as you paint pictures in the air

your wry smile

wreaks havoc with my heart

© 2011 Emily B


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there is such power in a mere smile....yes the ending here was my favorite part. I love how you keep that little distance, not too close...asking for the sharing of secrets in seeing what they see. yes be close to me...but apart as well....but that smile....that all encompassing smile, will find my heart and send it racing. beautiful piece :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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This is gently brilliant. It speaks more than a tome, Emily. '.. let me hear the bravado in your voice ~
as I imagine great adventure.. ' i don't know why that makes me smile, but, it does.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

it is good to provoke a smile, so much better than the alternative, thanks for remembering me today .. read more
your wry smile wreaks havoc with my heart.
Oh my. I haven't felt this way in years....or maybe I just felt like this last night.
This poem covers so much emotional ground - and how did I miss it? Luck of the draw I guess.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an interesting and bang on piece Emily. I felt as I read like watching my own social anxiety play out in your words and at the same time could position myself as the one regaling the wind with past exploits and wooing the heart of a tender soul. Great write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

thanks, man!
Astro

10 Years Ago

You're welcome.
Human touch, holding hands, to me is the most important sign of love I have ever felt. To me it outweighs kissing, caressing, or any of those other intimate bits in-between. You hold someone's hand, that is for support, compassion, love, respect, empathy, connection, and direction.

As for painting pictures in the air - I think we have all done this from time to time. While cloud watching can be relaxing and enjoyable, sometimes you just have to paint the clouds that aren't there. :)


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful sentiment here. There is that shyness of attraction being revealed in steady stages here. These were my favorite lines: "tell me/some private history that amuses you/let me hear the bravado in your voice. The idea of that private history really intrigues me, and it hints at the newness and freshness of the relationship. Well done here.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

10 Years Ago

an old one :) sometimes that shyness goes both ways
I used to think I could be this for someone,
and I almost am, in places, but only up to a point
"tell me
some private history that amuses you
let me hear the bravado in your voice"
you make it sound more inviting and exciting than it already is
I should be grateful for the moments I've had that even closely resembled this

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

10 Years Ago

well not with my physical ears, unfortunately, but yes.
Emily B

10 Years Ago

not with your physical asleep, i remember you falling asleep many times listening to me with your ph.. read more
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

10 Years Ago

I guess your voice is just apple juice and a good novel
Sadly, I am late to Emily Burns. Remember everyone was late to Dickinson, always reading
her cute poems of insects, homesickness and condemnation. When we found out
that she (as you) wrote these searing balads of love and loss, we were amazed
by our tardiness. Every poet, worth his or her salt, writes love poems. I want
my love poems to be as yours......always confessional..hder. thanks you again.
hder

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Another fine poem from Emily, what I really like is the almost photographic first lines, I really enjoy poems that set a scene, so to speak, and then elaborate on what is happening. This is good work, the kind of thing that good writers do.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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. my goodness ... this is sheer magic ... this is that sparkling solitaire that only the mind of an exquisite and an exotic poetess can mine ... oh, emily ... beauty and grace ... romance and passion ... love and lingering ... are all yours ... thank you for this post ... thanks a million ...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes! There is magic in words, beautiful magic, my friend. Bless your heart.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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