Dearest Emily (Dickinson)

Dearest Emily (Dickinson),

I’ve always wondered how in isolation you’ve written 

such profound poetry on life, love, death, and even immortality?

you were a very private person, with a notable powerful family

how did you choose to live a life of an unknown, with great humility?

you were deemed odd and eccentric, by your neighbors, by locals

but your creativity even skyrocketed, writing the most compelling poetry

you argued that love is life and that to love is a sign of immortality

you said it with so much wisdom, knowledge, and integrity

you spoke about life with so much joy and gratitude

as if you have enjoyed the company of friends in the world outside 

when in reality, you love life, in the comfort of your own bedside

“find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.”, you said

your experience on love was very limited or maybe none at all

for you were said to have never married or even had friends

but you wrote ’bout love with complexities and passions

of human relationships, in language so compelling as your writings

oh, dear Emily, my generation is kinda lost, 

lost between writing from reality and writing from creativity

which one to follow, they don’t know, questioning their sanity

I hope they see that poetry is neither a product of reality nor creativity

I wonder how poetry would be for them if they’re placed

in a box and live alone, in isolation, in confinement?

will their poetry be lonely as an interment

or will they find beauty even in the indictment?

Dear Mich,

it is with a sad heart that I am writing this, 

knowing how things changed over the years

I lived a life practically of a nun in confinement

barely leaving my room even for a moment

yet, I wrote poetry, poetry ’bout life and the world outside

I wrote poetry ’bout love and human relationships with pride

I didn’t need to go anywhere looking for a subject or inspiration

it’s basically where you are, just use your imagination

I wrote poetry on love, yet you know my experience

on love is limited or none at all, you could just imagine

but dear Mich, love is could be a shadow behind

it’s there, you need to catch a glance quickly before its gone

so, what does it take to be a poet?

experience or creativity, take a bet

for even Hellen Keller; blind and deaf 

wrote better than anyone who can see

anyone who can hear

NaPoWriMo Day 11 -https://www.napowrimo.net/day-eleven-9/

 Today, write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.

Emily Dickinson fascinated me a lot over the years. Her poetry is filled with so much love and life and she spoke of death and immortality as if she had experienced it herself. Yet we all know that she lived her life literally in isolation, and was never married. Her relationships with people and friends outside were limited to letters alone. 

Her profound understanding of the subjects and theme of love, life, death, and immortality is beyond, way beyond the comforts of her home and the solitude of her own thoughts and imagination

Published by michnavs

Philippine-born Michelle Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia. Michelle authored the book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars” for PWW during their Million Stars campaign. Graduated with a Master of Education majoring in English in the Philippines, Michelle was a former college professor, teaching literature, speech & oral communication, creative writing, drama, and theatre arts. Michelle is active in her writing profession and works as a freelance creative writer. Michelle passionately blogs at www.michnavs.wordpress.com, where you can find her prose and poetry on love, life, motherhood, and her advocacy on abuse and violence. A published author on Spillwords NYC https://spillwords.com/what-if-snowflakes-dont-fall-in-winter/ Her poem “Again” is published on three platforms, on MEDIUM -an International Writers and Readers Space, AFRICA WRITERS CARAVAN, and at WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. kindly go check the following links –https://womawordsliterarypress.home.blog/2020/06/29/imagining-life-after-the-ravaging-virulent-covid-19-pandemic-a-special-journal/ –https://personalitiesofinspiration.wordpress.com/2020/06/29/imagining-life-after-covid-19-a-womawords-june-edition/

34 thoughts on “Dearest Emily (Dickinson)

  1. Brilliantly written Mich… I adored you two letters, so creative my friend… and of course I am a Emily Dickinson fan … and you would have often found me reading Emily’s book, “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson” when I was in my times of confinement and isolation while recovering from my strokes… so with Emily and Leonard Cohen beside me at my hospital bed, I was always in good hands…

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    1. Awwww thank you so much Ivor…Emily’s poetry has always intrigued me considering her life story and experiences. Her poetry is really way beyond beyond her own experiences…she is the epitome of a poet whose creative imagination is extraordinary…

      Thank you for sharing your story Ivor 😊😉😉

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      1. wow, thank you Ivor. I opened and saved it. “I am the poet of common sense and of demonstrable of immortality”.. so lovely words, filled with wisdom…thank you for sharing I am smiling right now, as Walt Whitman is a personal favorite.

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      2. When I was in Philadelphia 2 years ago my cousin took me to the Walt Whitman historical house, and I stood there in awe and amazement.. …

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      3. For me the trip to Philadelphia forfulled many of of my dreams… also visits to the Edgar Allan Poe historical house, and Auguste Rodin museum 😀

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      4. My words are my thoughts, of love, and pain, of sunshine, and rain, of flowers, and grain, of trees, and disdain, of stars, and heavenly gains 😄😇🌏

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  2. What wonderful letters! Excellent writing! Great prompt! 🙂
    I’ve pondered some of those same things about Emily Dickinson and other fave poets.
    It is amazing to learn how/why poets write what they do/did. I think they are great observers of life and are in tune emotionally to what is going on…yes, Helen Keller was so intuitive…and she said,
    “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched…they must be felt with the heart.” 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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    1. Thank you Carolyn, and for sharing Helen Keller’s quote..its amazing how people like her write so well about the things they haven’t even heard or saw, while others who are/were gifted with complete senses don’t even bother stopping by and appreciate the beauty of things around them.

      Thank you 😊😊😊

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  3. It can be a wonder to think of how we experience things. I think Emily, while sheltered, may have had some experiences that were gleaned from her letters and maybe other books.

    I remember watching a video of a child signing a poem they had written (while the someone spoke the images).

    We are all a product of our time and place. That those who had challenges came out with grace is indeed amazing.

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    1. Thank you Jules for sharing that..i agree, we may not necessarily have direct experiences of the things we write but with reading, communicating and understanding the things and people around us, we can write poems and stories and novels, as if it is our experience..

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