Emily II

piccolodian By piccolodian, 24th Dec 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/457dmw_n/
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How the narrator became a poet without a choice. (Technically the first Emily poem, but the two poems have nothing to do with each other).

Emily II

When Emily speaks, I must write.
‘Sparrow’s beaks, eagle’s wings,
A ray of light in the sky.’


Such words intensify in her laughter.
‘Sweet soft rains drip across
My bedroom window.’


When her eyes give that ‘look’,
My hand is a blur upon the pages.
‘The intoxicating scent from
Down below,
Down below her bedroom door.
The newly painted entrance
To what lies beyond.’


But when she dances
And graces the room with her presence,
No mortal force can stop my bruising fingers
From writing a melody
For her to dance to.
‘Not the first licks of dawn’s light,
Nor the sweet taste of morning dew,
Can compare to the rejuvenating fury
Of her quick feet
That dance on air itself.
While her golden hair whips around her
Like a halo,
Her very face smiling towards the heavens,
Thanking them,
Blessing them,
For her elegant features.’


When Emily is Emily,
And no one else,
We all become poets
At our loss of words.

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Dance, Dancing, Elegant, Emily, Grace, Love, Poems, Poetry

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A young writer always looking to improve. I mostly write poetry and scripts for webcomics with the occasional screenplay.

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