Burnt Pearls

pearls speckle velvet sky,
                      dotted around her neck
fair face he saw in space,
                           true love he can’t regret

for every time he gazes
                      above the jilted earth
with toes firmly planted
                           in indifferent blades of grass:

the weight of her loss
                      suffocates him complete
his air becomes hers,
                           her wings elevate

lifted to the fabric of time,
                      a memory sketched
for him, she would paint
                           her love in constellations

is this the premonition
                      that came far too late? 
their painful parting broke
                           this magnetic enchantment

as fast as they collided,
                     they equally repelled
a fire too hot to burn forever,
                           a destiny befallen

pearls drop into the dewy grass,
                      burning blackest holes
she cries in stars,
                           his was the only love she knew…

truer than all that has passed,
                      truer than cosmos’ rigid rules

he reassembles her,
                          burnt pearl by burnt pearl

 

 

~ Em C. ~

2.27.18

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How Silent My True Song

i live amongst the stars
and i have lost my way
traveling on dark paths
no longer in the sky

if i close my eyes
their images appear
i can almost touch them
far from me yet near

i live in conjured clouds
floating like the sea
rolling with the wind
forever blowing me

for too long have i sunk
to ground, a leaden rock
burrowing in soil, hiding head
from daylight’s dark

i live where animals roam
their aimless purpose clear:
survival of the fittest ones,
raw death meets beauty’s flair

separated from my flock
parted from my breed
tracks followed only led
to dead end muddy caves

i live where laughter flies
its freely flitting notes
written in music staves
strumming at the heart

how quiet my voice has been
how silent my true song
waiting for the proper key
for listening loves, to whom
i might belong

~ Em ~

2.12.18

So She Shivers

like an abused animal,
she shivered,

craving love and touch,
yet fearing them like the hands
of the ones who struck
her when she risked all.

beat when baring heart,
bruised, her soul

tearing apart
all the true love she’s denied,

punishing the honest
while damning herself.

no more thinking
about what could be…

it hurts to know
what’s missing.

so she shivers…

tending to her wounds,
keeping a cocked eye open
at the corner of the world
that aims her way,

wary

it may be the one this time…
and that

she’ll have to say no
just in case

it isn’t.

 

~  Em ~

2.8.18

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

Faux Stars

your face now returns
in violin cries
your name I played
on these piano keys
the sound of your
movie-theme love
set to words
you scripted me

camera rolling over
big screen fields
sitting alone in
my leather chair
observing a romance
we had wished
knowing reality
was far from fair

close these eyes,
the torture hurts
drape the screen
and up the lights
this silver dream
you wrote
cut my heart
like a jaded knife

aim the spotlight
elsewhere now
your exit showed me
who you are
what you wanted
to take from me…
you knew I’d give
no second thought

so blame this fool
for believing
the prettily painted lies
the sickly sweet honeyed talk
the glittered kisses
from your faux stars

 

~ Em C.

1.3.18

Scored

one tear fell down
into the gorge in his heart.

it traced her memory
splashing blood
as it wound around
the turns and bends
of a life loved and lost.

there…her hello, a kiss.
here…the night of impassioned bliss,
when no one else but them

existed.

the day she came home with eyes
that lied about happiness,
the night she decided to stay,
the morning she ran away…

cut out the flesh of his heart
organically scored
by saline rushes unstopped
by time, free flowing
from inlet to outlet,

one tear
culminating in
a waterfall without end.

 

~ Emily C.

12.7.17

Snippet of Time

just a snippet of time,
cut like a diamond.

memories collected in patchwork collage,
stuck with the glue of love,
warped by rain of grief.

colors spoke stories in faded smiles,
raptured by trials,

captured in pages we made just to hold on to the un-holdable.

just a snippet of us,
shared only with pages in the dark.

what is it about now that we don’t want to see?
so many past nows we’d rather have.

parchment crinkles with each turning moment.
unnumbered days marked by captions we saved

to grasp, to sort, to puzzle-solve, to make sense
of torn time, snippets of what’s worth remembering

now falling out. the love dried up.
fluttering to a dusty floor
leaves of life die
in time

and no one left caring.
no one has any glue.

 

~ Emily C.

11.29.17