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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Hi Emily,I like this one lots...I know this feeling well,Beautiful poem :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how you've described the leaving of "unease" behind to commune with nature. "I was part of the vibrations I witnessed. The realization brought tears that were neither sad nor glad - just knowing." How hard it is to make it through times of disequilibrium to enjoy the brief peace of equilibrium we sometimes reach. Is it a cycle of learning? This made me stop and think about how frenetic my life has been lately. Your writing flows and is a joy to read. Thank you. - Mimi.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I AM THIS I AM THAT.

And also the brown decaying leaves of the late fall
that will find their way into the pond and decay
at the bottom of beauty.

Wonderful!
Jack

p.s. Were you trespassing? Heeee!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the imagry in this was inspiring. thanks for sharing it! i want to go to the pond and be part of those vibrations myself.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ahhhhhh, the difficult telling/experiencing of an epiphany.

Stoic!

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Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What breathtaking images you have conjured with your magical pen. The rain, the colours, the pond rippling....remembering.... finally having gained the sophistication of understanding what we were is necessary to be what we are...

This one brought a tear to my eye, and I mean that...

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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Nature has a way of calming us, of putting everything in it's perspective. I remember once when I had a terific upset in my life and I walked in the rain, I felt the same way, part of the earth. It did not take away the pain, but I felt like nature was crying with me. It was a great help. This poem reminded me of that time.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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It is always magical to find oneself in harmony with the Path. I particlularly like that this piece starts with trying to escape and ends with finding yourself, or at least, the part of oneself that is interconnected to all other things.

I like it.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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This is amazing. I love it. We are all interconnected ...life is wonderful :) ty for this

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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reflection, realization and resolution..the second and third stanzas especially blew me away..even the first time I read them.

often it's better to just feel and express than strain to explain..you let it flow through you..that's all that can be asked of you or anyone in these situations.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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