Emily's Poetic Flare

There are few people I know Who touch me like Emily When I read her, my tears flow ‘Cause we were both so lonely Only two lovers had she Both had left her heartbroken Would she find beau number three? Fears in poetry spoken She called herself “Nobody” And had scant success in life Surely she was somebody Her sad words cut like a knife Ms. Dickinson achieved fame After death had doused her flame *Written on June 19, 2012 for Emily Dickinson Entry for Francine’s “Tribute by Sonnet” contest