Dalliance

Dalliance

A Poem by Emily B

Be mindful where you walk.
Some of these hills
are full of things best left unsaid.

Here things grow wild

that cut and stab--

roses that never bloom.

In my mind,

honeysuckle is sweeter

and lacks the thorns.

If you will not be deterred

By stings and nettles and bites

come along, then,
follow the deer path
straight up past the scrub cedars
and the tired, old oak.
I'll be at the creek
toes bare

in the cool, clear water--
waiting.


Dalliance

is best shared.

 

© 2008 Emily B


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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.



Posted 17 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.




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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!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.



Posted 17 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

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.

Standing and applauding.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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.

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hello Em :)
I moving house this week and guess what?
It's just like this little poem :)

I do hope you are well.... This is a beautiful little poem, I'm going to keep it!!!!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this and the image it creates

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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