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Emilys Wish
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Emily She talks in circles,
That are always coming around,
Just in time for the illusions,
To become her reality.
She doesn’t cry,
Her eyes are a honey brown,
And tears have not fallen,
For some time.
Dutifully she swallows the pills,
The ones that will keep voices,
To a dull roar,
But never enough to give her a break.
She reaches out her hand,
Trying desperately to hold on,
She knows she’ll be lost tonight too,
Just barely holding on.
The blessed sleep,
Has always been her one desire
Her handsome prince riding in,
Black stallion and all….
there is a certain disassociation that puts tears completely out of reach...they are too deep and too vast and we instinctively know we would drown in them.
powerful piece and powerful observation of this person, great write!
Quite a different tone, very casual, more like an overheard conversation that a narrative . . . and that works very well for the subkect matter. The first four lines were especially attractive---they snag the reader's attention immediately. The last line is very dramatic because it is so weary . . . not just "the black stallion" but "the black stallion and all . . ." The narrator understands Emily's wish so well that its details need not be elaborated . . . just the black stallion and all. This implies a universality of understanding---that the Poet is telling us we have all been there (and that is, most likely, true). The subject matter of this poem requires a more informal verse---a raw, casual, "overheard" type of tone. The Poet achieves this hear (and, I suspect, it has been achieved at some emotional cost). This poem must stand exactly as it is, and it must remained posted.
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