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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This reminds me of an earlier poem of yours (was it in the Fall? grins) When we realise that what we feel is just the way it is, there is a sense of relief... Life is life. Nice cameo.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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It's times like this that let us know why? How we are meant to be.. beautiful:-)

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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what a lovely revelation you have drawn us into so beautifully. Thanks for sharing this special moment with us.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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Beautiful moment you've captured and well written too

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thank you for sharing this wonderful moment...

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Great feeling in this one. Those perfect moments when the charades melt away and the smoke of cares disperse and you get a brief moment to see and understand things as they really are.

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