Haiku

I fall through the holes

Grasping onto season’s end

Or its beginning

~ Em C.

10.11.18

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Ashen

somewhere in the haze of other days
away from where what once was us
before we knew the other one
before the time was yet to come
where love was something far from now
a thing we thought we’d never reach
a figment of our heightened dreams
we never thought we’d ever meet
until we reached into the dark
until we closed eyes and grabbed
for something in the haze we felt
heat emanating mine to yours
yours to mine electric shock
lit by unmeasurable fire
we combusted to crumbled dust
now to build burned hearts again
on embers of these hazeless days
lost without a match
cold to the touch
dying slowly
ashen
gray

~Emily C. 10.1.18

Roses and Crows

roses and rainfall
crows and the moon
steps and shudders
wind blows through

made myself forgotten
away with this world
huddled in home
tuned out the herds

and in the trains
on ocean coastlines
whispering horns
awaken my eyes

in dead of night
in life of day
roses and rainfall
i find time delayed

i part my sorrows
like waves in gray
sinking in depths
never to pray

made myself gone
left what i knew
shed the old
to grow the new

i build my layers
as fire demands
as flickering life
i re-strike my match

and greet the crow
who flies to the moon
i offer him roses
in rain he does croon

unbothered by weather
by wind or by storm
he, happy alone
i, too

one difference between us
he has his home
a murder awaiting
i, have none

~ Emily C.

9.16.18

My Tomorrow

I was the sunset rising
from shadeless grays
from the sea of yesterdays
kissing the shore
with renewed love
opening the door
of darkness
but not without a burst

of color uncontainable
brushed on blue sky dusk

I laughed while the pines
tickled their needles
on my cosmic cheek
painting peachy pink

a flash only briefly there
and only there

if you were looking

I was the sunset rising
feathers spread far
I flew
from the places I used to know
and landed right where I was before
I was told I had to go

exactly where I was meant to be
foothill toes grip cool sand
slipping regrets fall from hand
the blanket of space
keeps me warm
in the birth of my tomorrow

~ Emily C. 9.12.18

Ripe Summer

ripe summer night
and far cooling stars have lost themselves in stories

forgotten by my dormant mind
as it slumbers months on endless end

pausing to make room, soaking in season’s rich soliloquies
spoken by crows perched on cobweb power lines

each morning pontificating in my open window
about today, golden in its new rebirth, can’t you see…

i’ve been walking far away with eyes open
through a sedated world

i, awakened by life
words silenced
so to hear

mind quiet
so to see

~ Em C. 8.17.18

Shade

i sit with this silence
alone with sleeping wind’s breath

the shade has grown long
slowly covering day’s nodding head

wrapped in vines’ creeping tendrils
i dreamed of night time

cradled by bees’ beating wings
nestled in blossoming thyme

sun-kissed melancholy
summer’s height reached

the savoring of a slipping moment
toes tickling tile as floor creaked

alone is not always lonely
sometimes it’s beautifully free

as a hummingbird dips and zips
sipping sugar water empty

my friends the crow, the woodpecker
the dragonfly — they know me

as humans come, promise, go
i prefer to be let be

here in the shade of night
alone with sunset’s last sigh

i sit with this silence
i close my eyes

~ Em C. 8.5.18

The Bringer

black sand sunset
shimmers with the glittering stars of eroded time
speckling in a terrarium on my kitchen table
its sun a distant searchlight peeking coyly
out from mid-summer clouds
parting just enough to light
a mini world infinitely big

when I spy it

all I can see are my feet feeling
tenderly through epochs
traveling to worlds not yet created

— not until this one implodes
melts down its constituent parts
into one roiling sphere
obliterated by its own helium god
whom we worshipped, believers or not

as the bringer
of all,
and end.

~ Em C. 8.3.18