I'm sorry

I'm sorry

A Poem by Emily B

maybe you’ve whispered I’m sorry to a scarlet sky,

 

maybe you’ve lamented prodigal sons and wandering daughters,

 

why shouldn’t I apologize to the wide, wonderful world

 

for all the things I cannot change?

 

I blame the weather when I get to this place,

 

those who are lost to us don’t need me to be more personal;

 

those who have mastered the little lessons and gone on

 

don’t mind my foolish ways.

 

just because I want to  pluck myself out of this life

 

and chisel you out of that one;

 

I would still follow that smile wherever it leads me.

 

I suppose I'll whisper another I'm sorry to the wide, wonderful world

 

just because I can.

© 2011 Emily B


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A stunning poem, aching with the beauty and tragedy of love. I love the use of questions in poems because the poem becomes even more engaging, same with the "you". I love the framing lines with the apology at the beginning and end, making the poem come full circle.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I think this may be the first time I read your work. I like it. It is contemplative and somewhat cryptic but that is the appeal for me. I like a mystery. It makes me want to read more. Nice work, Emily.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Your generous heart reflects here..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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And scarlet so perfectly fits the blank..
the transition of your thoughts here tenderly touches the reader.
And, you've said it so masterfully (mistressfully should be a word in English) because you more than just can!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. i've been to this place ... i know how it feels ... but from here i reached somewhere else ... and in that brutal sea of pain ... there is nothing but a few moments of love with a few friends ... and a lingering sadness ... that is almost debilitating ... but not quite ... a simmering sorrow ... and a lingering wish ... that people knew the value of life ... that people knew the value of death ... and they could just smile and love happily ever after ... thank you for this write ... it is comforting in a way ... to know that someone as sensitive as you exists ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Emily~ I've sat here rereading this thrice and then some and each time it moves closer to the heart with its gentle fragility~ pure heart~ sweet melancholy beautiful trace~ lingering . . . .

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Emily B
Emily B

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