seduced

seduced

A Poem by Emily B
"

inspired by Jibey

"

your words

ran away with me

this morning

 

maybe it was the fog

creeping in through open windows

til I surrendered

 

maybe my imagination

was seized strongest

by the first words I met on waking

 

maybe I dreamed you

only to wake and hear you whisper

stay close

© 2018 Emily B


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love it...simple language and strongly emotive .. and is written to be taken on more than one level .. those first thoughts and impressions on waking ..or just before...can have such a strong impact on at least the first few hours of the day ..if not more .. the space between dreams and the "real" world can be stretched sometimes ..and oh how the imaginations can get ones full attention ... i love the title and i love the poem ..and how they work together to create a sensual thread .. so glad we have met.
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

6 Years Ago

thank you so much



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I don't know why but this poem kinda has a Nora Jones vibe to it. I really like it. Especially the very first few lines. Its feels like a mix of "turn me on" and "come away with me."

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the intimacy in this one. A dream so real you look over to make sure the pillow beside is not in fact occupied....wonderful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

For me, the line "maybe it was the fog" makes it real & tangible. I can almost smell it, creeping through the window, hearing that gentle whisper.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the subjectivity of the undefined suducer. You have pemitted the reader to interpret the poem in any number of ways, yet there is a strong feeling of positive intimacy. I enjoy permission to adopt sentiment. Thank you Emily.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yes, let's huddle round the here and now, and stay as close as we can...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


This poem can only be described by one word: FANTASTIC... Loved every bit of it.


-Richard

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily,
This is definitely NOT a maybe nothing. A beautiful poem without a doubt.
Lovely!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The whisper is so, so welcome and so, so difficult to grasp - yet here, we hear!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that's pretty. I like that a lot.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Congrats on your great winning poem! Beautiful!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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