Canyon

there in the waves of midnight:

you

undulate,

drunk on dark
just out of reach, you carve
the heavy air,

beckoning me along
with sway of silent hand

deep into
heart’s ocean
— its exposed canyon
lit brilliant,
blooming with bioluminescence

painting the never

with the now

 

~ Emily C.

1.11.18

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Atmospheric

a love atmospheric
a loss catastrophic
high ride to sky
fast dive to die
he rose me

he rose me
above all others
on a back strong I flew
below brown earth
rusted heart fell

a love atmospheric
a loss catastrophic
high ride to sky
fast dive to die
he rose me

he rose me
buoyed on sweet words
cut down by bloody swords
downed as injured bird
swoon to free fall

a love atmospheric
a life entropic
built up to stars
steep descent to hell

he rose me

to fell me

~ Emily C.

11.18.17

Dark on Dark

trees bow
in humble prayer
wind muffled
by boiling water
dark on dark
dance past glass
thoughts stir
as night does pass

i stand alone
by kitchen sink
swirl honey
into my drink
you are gone
again from here
alone with night
my heart blurs

another season
turns tonight
beside my scars
i’ll sleep tight
star in dreams
i’d rather live
wake to day
alone again

 

 

~ Emily C. 11.14.17

 

 

Camouflage

she makes herself invisible
so he doesn’t speak,
seek her out like
a missile.

no where to hide
except under
layers and layers
of clothes, hats,
half-hearted
smiles aimed
at no one in particular;

used one too many times
she turns on a dime
now, keeps the door
in her sight 
at all times, just
in case leaving
is her only escape
when she’s feeling
out of excuses,
under-enthused
or sick of being
a target.

why not
eat another pastry,
gain another pound?
another defense
against attention.

oh how many ways
there are to hide
when you’ve been
found by 
the wrong kind…

you learn.

 

~ Emily C.

11.11.17

Gingerly

tread gingerly
upon this heart,
its bruised meat
tells the tales:
each i love you
leaves a scar,
hellos left marks
in torn goodbyes.
tread with care,
leave nothing here,
save maybe a kiss
to heal heart’s fear.
so, gingerly i breathe,
inhale the risk,
it burns…that light
in my dark abyss…

~ Emily C.

11.9.17

Faint Panacea Dancing

we were dancing
when you whispered
into tickled ear:

i will be your panacea

the shivers you sent,
nearly to ground
i fell

hard, like a rock,
to the bottom
of a love i didn’t
understand,
faint,

i gather the puddle
now just fluid (i am)
reflecting your smile
and eyes that i read

to read:

i haven’t even started
yet, my dear.

 

~ Emily C.

11.8.17

 

**I combined the last 3 WP prompts: panacea, faint and dancing, into one.

Float

 

Sliding down burning rope
into darkened depths
of glimmering hope…
each level descended,


I shatter in scope

— breaking layers
one by one —
leaving the past

dis
in
te
grat
ed


behind in my wake

of tormented times.

Freer and freer,
deeper and deeper
I dive,
growing fins
where wings were.

I do not fear
the landing
because

I float.

 

~ Emily C.

5.31.17

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Hello friends. Just a quick note to check in. I continue in my recovery and healing from my own challenging year, and then the grief of Chris Cornell’s death. I needed to detach from obligations and expectations this last little while to really truly shed layers of stress built up. I am finally…fingers crossed/knock on wood…seeing glimpses of my happier self shining through (prior to Chris’ death). It’s been a daily consciousness kind of thing, and really listening to my needs, making them known, saying no, and living in the moment.

On that note, while I have been writing some, I’ve had to breathe from the reading here a bit. Today, I have spent all day trying to visit and catch up on as many blogs as I can.  I am also working on not apologizing for things that don’t need apologizing for, so I won’t say I’m sorry for not being around, because my health needed the break. (Being a people pleaser is part of what has caused so much stress to begin with.) But, I will say thank you for your continued support and love. Especially to those who have reached out during my grieving.

I think after a year of constant daily writing, my brain needed space. And honestly, I think that it will mean that I have a wellspring built up to produce more words when they are ready.  I need(ed) to allow myself the time.

Love to all. I’m always in awe of your talent, passion, beauty and friendship. And while we all need time away, I doubt I could ever stay away for long.

Thank you!

Love, Em