curses

been contemplating Tennyson's "Lady of Shalott"

You’re whispering secrets to stars
and I’m warbling love songs
to confused meadowlarks.

Tennyson is too romantic

for a fool like me.

Maybe I should keep to my tower--
busy fingers making seams
no one can see.

Even if there are curses.

I will still walk
through the green valley
holding a valiant hand.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Hey, I really like this. It feels carefully-crafted, so I'll cup its fragile words gently in my mind and savour your skill.

"and I’m warbling love songs
to a confused meadowlark" - for some reason I love a good metaphor beginning with 'and', I think it's the implied casual voice...and this is a particularly nice one.

Like everyone below, I have only praise for this poem.
Cheers for sharing it with us.

[emmajoy]

Wonderful .. and you know, Tennyson was an admirer of poetry and poets, and, if he read this I don't doubt a minute that he'd shake his head, stroke his beard and leave you a great review. Your writing equals stars in the skydom .. always.

[theludus]

emily,

i'd say with my recent work people are likely to say:

what the hell does that mean.

perhaps that's a problem.

with yours, i'd say that it's sometimes got too much resolution.

we can assume that the poem was written about someone or a series of no-ones whose absence has always suggested someone, so in that sense the poem's last line is too much imo.

there is a poem here, i enjoy several passages.


You’re whispering secrets to stars.
I’m warbling love songs
(to confused meadowlarks).

Tennyson is too romantic.

Maybe I should keep to my tower--
busy fingers making seams
no-one can see.

Sometimes there are curses.

I still-walk
through the green valley
holding a valiant hand.


*I'm not saying that's it either. what i liked about the poem was that it could be broken up into immediate states and actions,

and then it broke away into idealism and that contrast contains the sadness.

there's a humdinger poem here.

for me, that last poem i write, and pretty much with all of them,
i sit there and switch words and phrasing around for hours, doing edit on edit on edit, and changing the formatting.

there's a good poem here, a real cracker.

[Alicante lullaby]

lovely,lovely,lovely and what a favoured hand that would be.

[Deepwood's Hart]

Full of uncertainty and simple love. A very true feeling.

[raining]

impossible love, who will take it. the writer of this poem seems to be questioning her owns souls direction. figuring out, asking herself who the "you"s are in her world.

I agree too that this is a "notch above" kind of a poem.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

what a beautiful topography of words enriched by the magikal sound of breathing caressing each and every line~

[tshigg]

you’re whispering secrets to stars
and saving up wishes
I like these lines they definately speak to me.

[W.k.kortas]

Warbling love songs and valiant hands; now, that's nice.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I've spent the better part of my life whispering to stars. A few times, they nearly whispered back. Lovely, Emily.