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

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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

 

 

Medicine

my medicine

does not come in a bottle
it is dispensed by the sea

diamond sparkle waves
whipped by wind
orchestrated before me

my medicine

does not come from a doctor
it comes from green trees

from their scent
from the colors of life
shed in fall’s rainbow tears

my medicine

does not come for a fee
it is natural and free

step into outside
open lungs to breathe

just earth
and me

 

 

~ Emily C.

12.2.17

Unknown Worlds

plane in the night sky

travels across spinning time

darker than eclipsed moon

velvet heaven black night

humming otherworldly tune

soothes the wanderer here

hitchhiking spirit jumps

a ride to another sphere

bats awake in noir air stir

seeing more than human

cat eyes glow green shimmer

stalking midnight snack

maps drawn and marked

land and animals know no lines

just earth’s terminator blurred

by curvature undefined

somewhere plane descends

some escaping or returning

some smile, some will cry

when feet hit cold hard dirt

this tuned ear travels

with every metal bird

flying heart away

to distant unknown worlds

~ Emily C.

11.30.17