Haiku

Words flee paper cage

Fly autumn sun’s downy wings

Silence in beauty

~ Emily C.

10.8.17

*photo mine.

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Seasons

 

 

“Seasons” ~ Chris Cornell      (Singles Soundtrack)

Summer nights and long warm days
Are stolen as the old moon falls
My mirror shows another face
Another place to hide it all
Another place to hide it all

And I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

Sleeping with a full moon blanket
Sand and feathers for my head
Dreams have never been the answer
And dreams have never made my bed
Dreams have never made my bed

And I’m lost, behind
The words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

Now I want to fly above the storm
But you can’t grow feathers in the rain
And the naked floor is cold as hell
This naked floor reminds me
Oh the naked floor reminds me

And I’m lost, behind
Words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

If I should be short on words
And long on things to say
Could you crawl into my world
And take me worlds away
Should I be beside myself
And not even stay

And I’m lost, behind
Words I’ll never find
And I’m left behind
As seasons roll on by

Virgin Heights

Blue mountains choke me with beauty

Circled ’round my sun-dappled neck

Studded with frozen pearls, unfingered,

Sharp fury skims virgin heights untouched

With epochs of earthquake stories

I’ll never hear, but I’ll see

Someday again, I’ll feel

~ Emily C. 4.21.16

*my photo of my view today

Know the Wild that Wants You

 

Not long ago, I revived my listening of Iron & Wine when I bought one of his albums for my turntable. I saw him perform live once, and the man is talented, not only in his musicianship, but his lyrics and story telling.

This renewed interest had me checking up on what albums of his I may have missed in recent years. Turns out last year he released a joint album with Jesca Hoop, who is also amazing. Her voice is wonderful and well, the two of them together is a match made in heaven.

So I offer you my attempt at a cover of their song “Know the Wild that Wants You” of their album “Love Letter For Fire”…one I highly recommend. And also, Jesca’s latest album “Memories are Now” is incredibly unique and worth the buy. She came to Seattle recently, but I missed it, unfortunately.

You can check out a great Tiny Desk concert they did together for NPR to see what I mean about their voices. And they do sing the song I just covered (lyrics below video):

 

“Know the Wild that Wants You” ~ Sam Beam & Jesca Hoop

when you were a boy you stuck
your thumb inside the light
morning bottle warm
holy compass ready you would run into the wild
into the wild
gathered in its arms
in its arms
in its arms

when you’re in the city you’re
a tangled native tongue
another tongue eating fear for free
know the wild that wants you
know you’re not another pillow on
a gun drifting off to sleep
and come home
and come home

feel your own bones say “heal yourself, yourself”
hear your own heart moan
“love yourself, yourself”

when you were a girl salt was
beading down your back
and all the braids were tangled in your hair
candy for your lips and for your love
all you were given was a bruise
falling down the stairs

when you’re in the city and it’s talking to itself, to itself
stealing what you sing
know the wild that wants you
when the sun is underground
and park police are laughing off your leaves

hear your own bones say “heal yourself, yourself”
hear your own heart moan
“love yourself, yourself
and come home, and come home
and come home, and come home”

Read more:  Sam Beam – Know The Wild That Wants You Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

Cumulonimbus Kisses


supine along lakeshore line
tucked in cold front blanket
in water bed I sink and sway
rocked by a nautical lullaby

head reclines on lily pad pillows
where my bedmates…painted turtles
warmed by creeping milfoil fluff
wrists restrained by weedy stuff

drawn here whether or not my will
resigned to clouds billowing chill
watching blue sky’s disappearance
covered in cumulonimbus kisses

don’t try to save me
don’t try to wake me
in water bed I sink and sway
rocked by a nautical lullaby

~ Em C.

4.5.17

*Photo by me. No filter.

Still Stilts



I never tire of the Heron
Great Blue, grand bird
Still on the shore stalks
Breakfast in the morn

Calm killer
Collects morsels
Down they go, smooth
Perhaps a wriggle
In vain, they lose

And he waits
For his next course
Stealth ninja hides
On stilts,
Gray cloud feathers

Keen eye like eagle

I spy

 

~ Em C.

4.5.17

  • Photo by me