Tears Don’t Fall

Tears don’t fall

In outer space

They stay pooled

Against one’s face

I will fly there

To seek escape

Gather saline

In a jar…

But I dare say:

It won’t be large

Enough for tears

I’ll expect to cry

For my fate, when

I realize just

How far away

I had to soar

To see me…free

A specimen

You kept

Wings clipped

Habitat restricted

In form and function

Pinned to your bulletin board

Studied and displayed

Until one day

I broke the glass

With a scream

Echoing into

My future dream

In a cold vacuum

Unreachable by all

Save for my own heart

And a salty mason jar

~ Emily C.

10.8.17

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Sieve

The stars ran through my fingers

Like cosmic sand through human sieve

For so long I wanted to keep one

Hold its eternal fire in my hands

Now that they were falling

Far from black velvet sky

I could see they had no home

And certainly were not mine

So leaving cracks, they filtered

A brief kiss within my palm,

Leaving scars, they seared,

But all I felt was calm

The stars ran through my fingers

A beauty not caught nor kept

No cage can hold them locked away

No heart can claim their crypt

 

~ Emily C.

9.26.17

 

***Author’s note: I don’t know where it came from…I just had an image that I wanted to paint, which is all pretty much new to me…then the poem came. And then, I thought, why not combine them? I’m certainly no accomplished artist, but this is a fun way to express poetry.

Mixed media on canvas. (acrylic, paint Sharpies, paper, pen, glue stick)

When I Forget

when I forget, stars remind me.
in a blink, I will be gone.
not them. they go on.
why? why anything. they ask.

the wind at night whispers stories
only I can hear. a gentle breeze
breaks mind’s silence.
live, it says.

leaves are my memories
drying with the coming fall,
falling on the cooling ground,
decomposing.

I won’t stop them.
Jaded,
this witness to the skeletal past,
crumbling
like it should,
certain death of uncertain life.

strangely…soothing.
those stars,

those stars are always there

hanging in spacetime
uncaring of me, of earth
— the hottest coldest hearts
they are.

I envied them once, but
they envy me.

my light can’t go out.

 

~ Emily C.

9.1.17

 

Wonderwork

A new old bench I’ve never sat on before
Hugged the creek in bare wood and lore
Worn plaque engraved in memory of Jared
Overlooking the meandering water

He must have loved this spot, like me
His family loved him, clear to see:
“We love your spirit, with wings and winds
Of wonderwork — June 26th, 1971”

The water ripples in dancing silver streamers
Lit under the same sun that has always shone here
The same rocks cradle its flow
To an ocean open to catching below

Rushing — in no hurry — takes its time
Always and never the same
Constantly replaced by new molecules
Mistaken as static and standing still

I am Jared now,
or is he me

Pausing a moment,
we two breathed

I am the river,
or is it me

In tracing trails
forever is revealed

I am the bee
I am the sun
I am the fallen leaf
I am the ocean

~ Emily C.
8.26.17

Umbra



felt it coming,
darkness.

earth revolving,
rings aligned,
whispers in false twilight,
shivers in searing sun.
shade becomes night,
shadow shapes mimic
on ground, its clever canvas…
burning crescent eye in sky

while chill takes over skin.
chattering creatures calling
in flitter flight to trees,
day-rise only briefly lit,
morning woke the bees.
cut short sunrise, quietly it quit
as slipping lunar disc
slid, its blackest black
‘cross unseen solar skin,
ne’er seen with naked sight.
moon covers inch by inch —
flying 1800 miles per hour,
umbra turns out the light,
and on the night, it rolls,
a specter, a cosmic ghost
in transit coast to coast.
birds and bees go silent,
squirrels dart into empty dens,
silver light casts omens
in whispered ancestor tongues
of ancient sorcerers gone to past.
yet tears in present eyes are wonder,
witnessing science in eerie silence,
awe in precision trajectory,
rare glimpse
we dare not miss.

coldness lifts as rays return,
shadows dissipate,
animals disoriented emerge,
back to regular clockwork
as if nothing
to see here…

~ Emily C.

8.21.17


Eclipse shadows on my neighbor’s house. So awesome. What a stunning experience.