just knowing

just knowing

A Poem by Emily B
"

it may grow

"

I took a walk one rainy fall evening

as if I could leave behind

the dark cloud of unease

that I couldn't explain.

 

The neighbor's pond called to me;

orange and red-leaved trees

stood tall against the horizon,

every brilliant leaf reflected back

from the rippling water.

 

In a moment, I realized

that my churning insides

moved in time with

the red and orange shimmering of the water

 

I was part of the vibrations I witnessed.

The realization brought tears

that were neither sad nor glad

just knowing

© 2010 Emily B


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I love those fleeting moments of knowing. This poem describes so well that I can almost feel the sensation myself. We are all part of the natural world, we are like leaves floating on the water. A beautiful vision as well as depth is to be found in this poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Very lovely. I got a feeling of Walden in the mix. I like the 'neither sad nor glad' moment.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Samhain weekend and all hallows eve is special for some and the feelings here are right in tune..the earth turns and the seasons come and go ...beautiful emily

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I can relate to this on so many levels, which you made it easy to do by painting such a graphic picture. I can stare at this picture, knowing, because of the way you described it. A read-over-a-few-times for me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I was part of the vibrations I witnessed...

that speaks so much and greatly of you.

It's spring in Argentina, but I've just been in autumn for a couple of minutes.
thank you!


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

a magical portrait, the tear drop becomes the lens~

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautifully penned. I have to look for newer items, don't I. I think it may be good to be back. Not sure.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love these moments. They flash and go. That's what they're there for. Your colors do double-duty for you here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I absolutely love poetry about water- here we have the lake and the autumn leaf and the poet caught up in their rhythms. Sometimes nature draws a response that we don't expect- I know walking calms me. love the spirit of this write :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very Vivid. A self realization within the warm colors of the recently deceased...neither sad nor glad...just...there.

Love the feelings this brought.

Matthew

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful imagery captured in this piece. Nicely done. Great write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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