What Messages

what messages the sky writes,
how we often ignore,
how they linger up above,
how far — how far we blindly go

before we tilt up downcast chins,
only awaken in raining verse?
when everything else dissolves;
when nothingness — the only force.

adrift in blackened matter,
calligraphic tomes stars etch
in speckled comet tails, we sputter,
ashore, we run our forlorn hearts

when all space becomes horizon,
stories told fall to scattered dust,
as fire burns to moon sand
and oxygen breathed expires.

what message the sky writes,
how quickly we seek to forget?
how now to fall awake asleep,
oh how we dream until death.

 

~ Emily C.

1.8.18

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An Only

I understand Emily.

brown recluse in rafters
drawn to darkness’ solitude
— an only among many.

tongue trapped by paper cages,
she, a medium of earth,
mercurial heart, curious soul

I understand Emily,

shy baker and her basket,
thirsty quill and parchment,
waking dreams, nightly visions…

oh, how snow may speak!
draped on window peaks,
contemplating.

I understand Emily,

that retreat is not defeat,
incubating philosophies
as others walk wide asleep.

drawing this life in rhymes,
inhabiting animated mind
away from her time,

— alone with pen, ink dines.

I understand,
Emily.

 

~ Emily C.

 

12.27.17

To Walk the Hallways

to walk the hallways of my mind tonight
to haunt my own memories
to stalk intangible dreams that die
to wake in twitching mind’s eye

my living ghost paces the day
circles her familiar home
never quite able to tell for sure
whether asleep or living hell

let me wander in darkened rooms
in corridors away from here
where only one holds the key
and she’s kept it hidden away

~ Emily C.

12.12.17

Barren

peeled skeletal hands of December tree,

hang from limbs o’er path and me;

of all options to go around

under I wander, eyes bowed down.

tickling branch tips scratch my scalp,

no scream escapes my blue lip mouth.

stoic steps on gravel stones crunch,

gaze unturned while earth rolls on.

hair snags and dangles  – tinsel for holidays;

it shimmers in icy wind blown from away.

crows perch as ornaments black as pitch,

on highest point, eagle star serenely sits.

amanita mushrooms lure beneath like gifts,

ready to poison any who cannot resist.

waves at rocky shore play winter melody

this barren Christmas,

I sing silently.

~ Emily C.

12.7.17

 

 

Tears of Thorns

tears of thorns fell from eyes
— a cry for all that left her —
a saline sigh 
for souls gone by

a wail for those departed.

a guttural scream,
for the nothing in the wake
of their wakes —

as hard as it needed to be
as long as it took to heal
goddammit

don’t lend your hand
unless you don’t mind

getting wet
or punctured
by the dripping pain

lend me your silence

…and…
(…and until…)
I breathe again

my heart on offer
for a limited time
to a worthy bidder
capable of navigating
these

tears flowing from ravine eyes
that carried curdling current
far from its nascent origin
to burgeoning
bursting
walls
of loss

 

~ Emily C.

7.22.17

Good Morning Glory

Good morning glory…
blinding white sun,
vines entwined round flowers
choking life undone

by nyctinastic summer blooms 
…you rise despite our hands
that yank and tug and pull,
removing you, none can.

But something must die
for you to grow.
Something must suffocate
for you to show.

Spread your slithering tentacles,
grabbing at anything;
all disappears
beneath beauty’s smothering —

A smile for you
is a smile for death,
for kill or be killed…
summer’s Coliseum contest.

 

~ Emily C.

6.24.17

No Answer

darkness rumbles in distant realms.

inner ear hears mountains moans.

taking steps on trampoline floor,

shaking when the wind shifts core.

thrown to the abyss against my wish…

…these walls have been carved before

their messages clear and clearly old,

alone I fall amongst long lost,

my screams only heard by sediment;

it crumbles in my turbulent wake,

but all I feel is my own cold breath,

exhaling gales in earth-scoring notes,

writing my story read by none,

except the stars when entropy wins,

when all returns to nothingness.

why does life matter?

I ask whom exactly?

no answer comes back.

all is black.

~ Emily C.

6.22.17