I love to dilly dally...usually gets me in trouble though with some authoritarian type, but you, you wait with:
"toes bare
in the cool, clear water--"
...how accommodating. The civility of this piece is what draws me in. You write this as if to say, "even though summer is fading fast, we can still kick back and enjoy the sublime re-freshingness of Fall, And laze away the extended dusk in the cool shade of an Autumnal glade"...OK that was way too rhymee...hehe, but the peace of this poem is quite refreshing.
This poem reads like the intentions of an Oriental Rock Garden or reflecting pool. Calm, serene, beautiful.
A delight to read.
Dalliance is better shared to be sure...what a peaceful picture you paint with such vivid imagery...waiting is so hard..but when you know htere is something and much better someone there to meet you...then one could wait forever and a dya as it is all worth while...great poem!
I love to dilly dally...usually gets me in trouble though with some authoritarian type, but you, you wait with:
"toes bare
in the cool, clear water--"
...how accommodating. The civility of this piece is what draws me in. You write this as if to say, "even though summer is fading fast, we can still kick back and enjoy the sublime re-freshingness of Fall, And laze away the extended dusk in the cool shade of an Autumnal glade"...OK that was way too rhymee...hehe, but the peace of this poem is quite refreshing.
This poem reads like the intentions of an Oriental Rock Garden or reflecting pool. Calm, serene, beautiful.
A delight to read.
You are purely poet Emily Burns. Always the right words, never too many, never too few. Showing us the way into some wonderful corner of your world that reveals a tiny bit of who you are.
I can't remember the last time I read a poem where the title and content walked hand-in-hand so nicely. It is a dalliance in both senses of the words; it moves along lazily and gently, and its tone is utterly coquettish. A very fine piece of writing.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..