Wayward

I found my belief in the forest
amongst green shaded wood,

eyes climbing bark to canopy;
below — the tender growth of hope.

trudging muddy mire,
steps out of sync,

breathing in staccato,
thunder didn’t blink.

there discovered my spirit
hidden in twisted vines,

choking on bitter yesterdays,
coughing up discarded time.

mutilated mutterings,
incomprehensible speech,

contorted in design;
my own hands out of reach.

I found my soul dangling —
hung by its own rope,

swaying to a fickle wind
which blew the familiar corpse.

’Twas mine once before…
I recognize the scars;

So I came to free me,
I came to cut the rope,

to gather sunken spirit, 
to merge with wayward hope;

to capture my fleeting belief,
to walk in footsteps whole;

ones I laid down a million miles 
on a path I’ve travelled alone,

on wandering red ground I know
that has cradled these bloody tears.

I found my belief in the forest
I followed the sound of loss

the calling of the heart,
the echo of my soul.

 

~ Em C.

5.28.18

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Peach Suns

when all is left are peach suns

setting on water’s bed

when stars unsettled

sparkle, messages unread

when words fail and thoughts

rail, beating drum inside

your head,

when names fade, and smiles

die, dispatched along time’s map

when efforts fall short

stuck type writer keys

letters never stamped

when clock stops

the phone won’t ring, and

i love yous hang

in vacant space

when lips mouth heart’s oath

muttered under stale breath

when reconciliation hurts

more than distance kept

when silence heals

the broken space deep

within cracked chest

when knowledge of self comes

when everyone is gone

when only you can fix what ails

no one else can take that on

when all is left are peach suns

giving way to dark’s ascent

when stars kindle in morse code

look for your map within

~ Em C.

5.15.18

Intersections

Carpets of cotton candy snow

Laid before as on the road I go

Petals underfoot paint a pretty path

Alternate universe reality projects

Intersections unknown on any map

Lost in cardinal directions without GPS

In a city that’s home wherever the pin

Going around and around again

Around and around and around again

Rose colored toes in the rain I spin

Disoriented in a world that transcends

Around and around I go again

 

~ Em C.

*Photograph my own.

Giants by the Sea

Giants by the sea
     sitting reverently

Two gazes called
     ‘cross ocean deep

To distant rock giants 
     carving razor edge

Capped by cotton collar
     oncoming night’s bed

Currents carry love afar
     creatures whisper notes

Messages largely unheard
     by walking shore bound folks

Time stops a moment
     breeze speaks sun’s secrets

Giants sniff salty air
     no words necessary

~ Em C.

4.10.18

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I couldn’t resist taking some photos from my viewpoint of a man and his Great Dane enjoying the sunset together.

The way the dog was happily observing people, the birds and who knows, maybe even the ocean and sunset, too…was entirely sweet to observe. And the love of his human…if only we could all love one another so purely.

A giant creature, and his giant human. A beautiful moment.