A Poem By Emilee // 10/16/2012

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To think, To wonder, To dream

My thoughts are jumbled
I wonder about the world
My dreams are bound to crumble

I think abstractly
I wonder about all
I dream too vividly

To feel, To love, To touch

Feeling with the nerves inside me
Loving things that I’ve never known
Trying to touch everything I see

I feel deeply
I love all I see
I touch too quickly

To travel, To explore, To see

I travel into the misty night
To explore the great unknown
To see the world bathed in light

I travel far
I explore thoroughly
I see too little

To believe, To pray, To lean

Believing in the one bigger than I
Praying to he who knows my desires
Leaning on him when I stop to cry

I believe strongly
I pray longingly
I lean too lightly




The pattern is simply wonderful! And the title really fits this poem. This is a really good poem, Emilee--and you're becoming a better poetic each time you write a new one, really!

Lucy Anne | Mon, 10/22/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson


Thank you so much!

Emilee | Tue, 10/23/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
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