morning after

morning after

A Poem by Emily B

Who are you listening to?

 

well,

 

     the moon whispered

 

the lightning walked

 

     the thunder rumbled

 

the rain chattered

 

     the morning air sighed around me

 

but I was waiting for you.

 

 

© 2011 Emily B


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...
. a magical longing ... a beautiful image ...
. and an absolutely lovely poetic voice ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"You are indeed an enigma" said the puzzle to the Queen :0)



Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily, this is beautiful- love it

Chloe

Posted 14 Years Ago


we all here different things from the same source sometimes.everyone is waiting for something and changing into something.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brilliant, I adore this. You have such a musical ear for how nature works, whether the birdsong in so many of your other poems or meteology. I love the dawn and to find a poem able to distill that is a true luxury, thanks for sharing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Everything conspired...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i knew the moon would find you again

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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