I felt you rising against me
breath rapid fire at bare turned neck
heat of blue expectations, its signature
written in beads of sweat
Animals we may be
(and certainly we have been)
instincts born in darkened room
windows blooming steam
Forgoing moral policies
we tear the rule book up
those finger-pointing hypocrites
wag their dirty digits at us
We can show them what they’re missing
but they already know
we’ve heard them loud and clear
through churches’ versed paper walls
Lure me toward the underworld
bring on your hedonistic sin
soak in sweet sublimity
my feral pagan skin
~ Emily C.
Not an attack on religion. I just follow the words where they go. It’s more of a hypocrisy thing. Not a fan of hypocrisy. 🙂
the thing about poets…
we see all colors
we see none
we create lines
we push minds’ boundaries
we see tomorrow
only the truth of today
~ Emily C.
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.
Choking hazy smoke
Another red sun looming
Free me on sailed sea
~ Emily C.
Day 6: Smoke is still here. I can smell it in the house when I opened the bedroom door this morning to the hall where it’s an obvious contrast. But, then sitting in the house, one acclimates to it.
I have been running HEPA air purifiers with brand new filters round the clock, and have only opened the doors briefly in morning or night to let the cool air in for a bit. And even THAT has been enough to make it smell smokey in here. Check out my filter picture, the one on the left was new on Thursday. The one on the right is unused. Look at all that dirt caught in only 3 days. Crazy! Glad its in there and not my lungs, but I do feel it a bit anyway.
The first two pics are from Sigma Shreedharan again. Yucky air makes for great art!
The third pic is mine off my back deck at sunset. We are still dealing with heat, but it’s only in the high 80s instead of high 90s now. After the 4 feet of rain we had this winter, I didn’t think I’d be desperate for a raincloud, but here we are. 🙂
Side note: my Mac’s trackpad has been causing issues and making my cursor go berserk in a scary way. So, I haven’t been able to use it and all my poetry bookmarks are on that one. I will be delayed even more in catching up on your awesome words. But, in time will be trying my best to catch up.
Also back to my vestibular therapist tomorrow. Still working my way through that, but definitely not as acute as I was. The new exercises have been a challenge for my brain on top of the environmental triggers lately with the heat and smoke. Looking forward to clean air and improved health.
Miss you all and thank you for your steadfast support.
I stood there naked
bared to all
a soul without a home
Awash in meandering sunbeams
frozen in stone, alone
To take one step would shatter
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
arrow back to timid heart
So till the chisel of your love
at fortress in my chest
I stand here naked
bared to all
frozen heart, in stone,
~ Emily C.
Wildfire moon, orange in night sky
witness to the burn, reflector of fire
night is a hot oven, skin melts puddles
not a fresh breath, nor window open
smoke on tongues, numb tingles ripple
lethargy death grip, otherworldly rogue
escape, no option, water, only hope
bunker in basement, hiding to cope
horizon designed, devoid of detail
mountains hide, water invisible
red sun sets, ruby in dead sky
hell on earth, no end in sight
~ Emily C.
Things are not good in Seattle and Vancouver and much of the northwest. Hundreds of wildfires in British Columbia have been sending smoke all over including smothering Seattle. We are also having a heat wave in the 90s to near 100 this week with no signs of letting up this coming week. This is day 3 of suffocating haze and smoke smell. It looks like a foggy Christmas Eve around here. Can’t see the city skyline, the mountains have disappeared and the streetlights look out of a dark London alley. We do not have clouds so everything in these pics are smoke. Can’t open windows because of the unhealthy air quality which means the house is ridiculously hot and muggy. Some respite in basement but it’s got moldy smell like basements do…so the choices aren’t pleasant either way. Hoping al are safe in BC. Sounds like at least a few fires have been determined arson. Terrible. The sun has been otherworldly in its redness, and he moon in its orangeness…makes for eerie pictures.
Not looking forward to the next several days.
(All pictures are mine except the red sun and ferry picture by Sigma Shreedharan.)
The haze around the Space Needle is smoke, with orange moon above
Red sun through the trees
(There is supposed to be an ocean and a huge mountain range there…)
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)
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!