Haiku

Nature opens me

Supernaturalistic

Secrets surfacing

~Em C. 12.14.18

{photo by me}

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Retrospective

retrospective gazing
at a life’s night that lost
itself in parchment phases,
my head

turned your memory
into wormhole scrapbooks
mocking long-lost destiny,
lessons learned one-by-one
in glue stick plastering,
mapping glossy mistakes
in page-numbered time,

the cold sorcery of pictures
posted in behind-the-back
finger-crossing finery,
dressing up camera ready
fragile smiles
with never-to-be dreams,
soon cracked to shattered bits
by the hammer
of reality

~ Emily C.
12.8.18

I Was Color

I warned you I was color.
play unbridled.

that I was bright light and moonlit dreams.

I warned you
that my energy
was a star
that maps could not chart.

winding-road runner,
seeker of everything far.

cool milk down the throat
butter melting on the tongue
salted chocolate laughs
and heat-seeker heart

I stopped flying
so I could meet you on the ground.
a stunned robin lost in your brush,
I amputated my wings on your dead love.

I am the spark

you need,
yet deny
suffocate
stifle
until snuffed.

I warned you I would live.

I didn’t know
it would kill me.

~ Em C.
12.5.18

Ashen

somewhere in the haze of other days
away from where what once was us
before we knew the other one
before the time was yet to come
where love was something far from now
a thing we thought we’d never reach
a figment of our heightened dreams
we never thought we’d ever meet
until we reached into the dark
until we closed eyes and grabbed
for something in the haze we felt
heat emanating mine to yours
yours to mine electric shock
lit by unmeasurable fire
we combusted to crumbled dust
now to build burned hearts again
on embers of these hazeless days
lost without a match
cold to the touch
dying slowly
ashen
gray

~Emily C. 10.1.18

My Tomorrow

I was the sunset rising
from shadeless grays
from the sea of yesterdays
kissing the shore
with renewed love
opening the door
of darkness
but not without a burst

of color uncontainable
brushed on blue sky dusk

I laughed while the pines
tickled their needles
on my cosmic cheek
painting peachy pink

a flash only briefly there
and only there

if you were looking

I was the sunset rising
feathers spread far
I flew
from the places I used to know
and landed right where I was before
I was told I had to go

exactly where I was meant to be
foothill toes grip cool sand
slipping regrets fall from hand
the blanket of space
keeps me warm
in the birth of my tomorrow

~ Emily C. 9.12.18