Born New

before the world decides for you,
as your eyes are born brand new…

the colors charm
in many shades
smiles shine
with each new day

babes with curious fingers touch
skin of black, white,
yellow, red…each soft,
each tender yet tough,
over bones
just like their own,
a home

protecting a heart that beats,
that feels and clearly sees
new openings,
moments and memories;
charting a course
on life’s high seas

in time learning who loves,
who hates (and why);
a compassionate comment,
or vile rhetoric;
taught either one
or the other
mimicking a father,
a mother, a friend…

blank slate brewed
in hope or simmering blind fear
influenced by uniting words,
or divisive jeers
the pattern evolves
generation by generation
it all starts with adults
leading the way

setting an example, which one will it be:
an open hand, or a racist fist?
no time like the present
to stand up and fight!

maybe it’s a distant neighbor
maybe it’s your leader…

SPEAK OUT: HATE HAS NO HOME

peace and love
shall overcome

 

~ Emily C.

8.16.17

Another Red Sun

another red sun
another night sky
another day gone by

without you

another gasp for clean air
another grasp for you here
another pass at a chance

with you

another tomorrow became today
another scream inside my head
another mistake made

beside you

another wish dies on wind
another kiss left hanging
another you left me

bleeding heavy

another us never happens
another we is in the past
another time sought fleeing

memories

 

~ Emily C.

8.6.17

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

The Sound of Leaves

the sound of leaves growing 
millimeter by millimeter
stretching awake,
cell
by
cell
emerging out of winter’s persistent night

hibernating trees never fully asleep
merely conserving energy
for beauty’s rebirth
their quiet belief amidst grayest light

chainsaws dismember but never 
kill growth, for the tree adapts 
pushing out new branches
around the injury, 
seeking photosynthesis

where once was one limb, 
now there are dozens

~ Emily C.

3.14.17

I Will Write

I will write this rainy day away
break the clouds with yellow words
soak up the downpour with flowers
draw color so blooms emerge

I will blow the gloom away
nothing dark remains
winter’s hold slips a bit
so spring can come to stay

I will melt cold that’s hardened me
radiate outward to thaw the ice
light my fire internally
exhale fully to finally breathe

I will cease season’s hibernation
its grip cannot suffocate
my will insists to resist
my light will break my cave

I will write the beginning

I will write the start

I will write the new

I will write my heart

~ Em C.

3.7.17

 

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Okay….soooo today. It’s like the millionth time it’s snowed this year. We’ve had probably 4 rounds of 3-5 inches, and several days where it’s just snowed without sticking. BUT, while I normally am not bothered by winter and dark and I actually love snow….this is getting kind of ridiculous, and I am ready for spring. We actually had more snow than Minneapolis this season. Mmhmm…climate change.

If you have a positive poem to share, either a link or a spontaneous response in comments, please share. I could use the boost. 🙂

 

 

Birdsong

A lone birdsong
sung in the gentle rain
on red branches bare
on a gray day at the lake.

As she walked in her mind
and passing by, stopped
heard its chittering talk

and waited
for the singer to show —

hidden itself, but its voice,
its voice, oh…its voice,
revealed hope
in a winter devoid.

Onward she strolled
along battered shores
in the shattered chasm
of her heart,

and faintly there, an echo
of a song by a lone bird,
— its wings flying —
sung.

~ Em C.

2.15.17

Precipice

Mountains behind gray,
I know you are there,
I feel your weight
in my heart stripped bare.

I sense your peace
roaring passionate
– feel it echoing, feel it deep,
across ocean it resonates.

Mountains dusted white,
each morning on my way,
you see me put up a fight
for a smile to rise today.

Steady stance, looming
through time indefinite,
strength, courage ricocheting
back to my own sore spirit.

Mountains above gloom,
shaken by man’s failure,
yet anchored forever firm
— I look to you for comfort.

Teach me how to root myself
unwavering in my hope,

lend me a rocky precipice,
my future’s light, to scope.

~ EC

1.30.17