Born New

before the world decides for you,
as your eyes are born brand new…

the colors charm
in many shades
smiles shine
with each new day

babes with curious fingers touch
skin of black, white,
yellow, red…each soft,
each tender yet tough,
over bones
just like their own,
a home

protecting a heart that beats,
that feels and clearly sees
new openings,
moments and memories;
charting a course
on life’s high seas

in time learning who loves,
who hates (and why);
a compassionate comment,
or vile rhetoric;
taught either one
or the other
mimicking a father,
a mother, a friend…

blank slate brewed
in hope or simmering blind fear
influenced by uniting words,
or divisive jeers
the pattern evolves
generation by generation
it all starts with adults
leading the way

setting an example, which one will it be:
an open hand, or a racist fist?
no time like the present
to stand up and fight!

maybe it’s a distant neighbor
maybe it’s your leader…

SPEAK OUT: HATE HAS NO HOME

peace and love
shall overcome

 

~ Emily C.

8.16.17

A Grand Illusion

everything is a grand illusion:
the sunset, clouds,
the night’s long-dead stars,

the way you smiled at me.

how the trees touch the sky
and my breathing
— in, out, in, out.

metronomic existence
timed to expire
when the game is done.

trick of the eye, this life…
like your love
bad roll of the dice
random happenstance
slick hands you had
and
words as concrete
as the tide,

that always detracts more than adds
when it pulls away,
subsides.

leaving worn rocks…
deceptive in their strength
erodible in time, like

the strongest hearts.

if we close our eyes,
does nothing exist?

when we open them
what
can we trust?

~ Emily C.

8.14.17

The Thing About Poets…

the thing about poets…

we see all colors
yet
we see none

we create lines
yet
we push minds’ boundaries

we see tomorrow
yet
only the truth of today

 

~ Emily C.

8.6.17

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I was overcome today by the feeling of community in the Instagram poetry world (and WordPress, too), when I paused to appreciate that we support one another regardless of race, ethnicity or gender. Yes, there are some trouble makers and trolls, like everywhere, but on the whole, as poets we see the beauty in everyone’s heart. And some hearts are dark and troubled, some are open and light, but we hold each other with love, regardless.

 

 

 

 

Stone, Alone

I stood there naked
bared to all
a soul without a home

Awash in meandering sunbeams
I bathed
frozen in stone, alone

To take one step would shatter
marbled memories
onto cold hardwood floor

The mind seeks nimble compass
to guide me far
toward your closed door

Yet when I gaze to palm for north
compass aims
arrow back to timid heart

So till the chisel of your love
takes aim 
at fortress in my chest

I stand here naked
bared to all
frozen heart, in stone,

alone

 

 

~ Emily C.

8.5.17

Pursuit of Authenticity ~ collab with Wet Bliss

No matter what
I’ll never measure up
To the changing expectations
Which accounts for my hesitation

Stung by the greed
Of your soul-draining need
For me to be your perfect ideal
On aching knees, authenticity pleads

In the toxic air we breathe
Silent tension begins to seethe
Below lowered lashes, swells of emotion
Swirl and spill begging for a buoy of devotion

My heart’s windows open wide
Releasing stagnant love of thine
Followed by my determined feet
A kindred soul my own does seek

 

~ Wet Bliss and Poet Girl Em (in italics)

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Thanks to Wet Bliss again for the collaborations! Really good for the brain to work with others now and then to keep stretching ourselves. Please visit her page for her tantalizing work!