What Horrors or Beauty

Water welcomes wayward soul
     beckons with its siren song
          holds secrets in dark depths below
undiscovered stories expired universes ago

Toes in travelled shoes tempt fate
     having walked along river’s bending banks
        into grass damp with spring’s new birth
feeling nothing urgent in moment’s blush breath

Pausing for a pondered thought
     when elusive thoughts have flown far fraught
          willing ink to spill from pens long abandoned
grasping words that slip from trembling hands

To peel off garments, to dive within…
     what horrors or beauty wait for me here?
          for one a near brother to the stark other;

safety on sand banks,
or truth naked and free?

~ Emily C. 
3.19.18

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Black Stains

with onset of waking night
i wait for hint of sight
by filtered moonlight
to see

to see you standing here
before me with ruffled hair
in tortured resignation
to passion’s sticky sweet lure

my body’s frame
carves black stains
in wooden walls’ cracks

contorted reality
speaking fantasy
in curves contained by facts

of doors we closed then opened
clear windows we cleaned then broke
mirrors we shattered that showed
the truth

the truth of us
the truth of our love
this sickness of wanting more

uncured, i beg

feverish, i quiver

starved,

i welcome you

~ Em C. ~

3.7.18

Imprints

the smell of lovers stains her hands
as sweet woodsmoke,

lingers
in waking dreams

she drifts

along tides left by the leavers
who yanked anchors and swam

heads lost bob
on distant window horizon

the faceless gray nameless
destined for a cursed never

caught in swirling whirlpool
cycling like moon, they come,

they go — she stays —

treading in the bedding
her hands companions,

the lamplight sun casts shadows
in foothill creases of sheets

ironed there by bodies bare,
tattooed imprint on her skin

reminders

where two once were, one

— one is now none

~ Em ~

2.4.18

Hear Me Go

eyes closed indefinitely

candle flicker remains

moving through reality

blinded by silent pain

slowest fight imaginable

quiet like the mouse

no one within a radius

of 100 miles round

breathing with the fire

in lungs drown by air

taking steps in increments

without moving anywhere

alone in moments unnoticed

days go by in hiding

no one knows i’m naked

no one knows i’m dressed

if i stepped outside today

if i said hello

if i choked on a pill

no one would hear me go

~ Em ~

2.3.18

The Last Dying Star

your love is the last dying star

i can’t reach its fading light

grasping at the growing dark

ripping vast cavity into night

so far from glittered evening sky

we’ve come to find it empty

one by one fond memories die

lingering long words you left me

flicker till the blackness reigns

and all that’s left leaves misery

cold heart vacuum of this love

lost without celestial guide

your love was the very last star

i watched it fade away

as distance grew interminably

and with death met cursed day

~Em~

1.31.18

The Gravedigger

the gravedigger crosses my path every morning
on the road bisecting the cemetery.
the casket pincers dangle
on the green John Deer
by the rope and the pails and shovels
darting between halves of plotted lawns
dotted with names no longer spoken
and where daisies upward yawn

cars pass on the oblivious highway

to jobs, to doctors, to cafes
to escape, full of worry
apathy, joy, disappointment
mad at the traffic jam
mad at the news
their wives/husbands/friends

road rage — life rage

while bodies sleep cold
beneath, expired

tired we drive
blinking numbly
at lights that tell us

to stop
go, stop


if we deviate
we lose time

but if we deviate
we gain life

the gravedigger reminds me
the cemetery waits

my breath cannot be wasted
unless I forget
I am alive

~ Em ~

1.29.18

Dead Skin

curling like the dead skin

collaring young birch

tempered by the cold wind

frozen earth’s church

whistle through the branches

listen for blank tune

cover ears with fabric

deny near spirits’ turn

baring headwinds’ anger

weighted with despair

gravel whittles bones

bare feet bleeding far

~ Em

1.26.18

 

*Photo by me.