Unreachable

fading into forever
nothing left behind
all the worries wither
reaching far to feel fine
all your calls unanswered
the letters in the box
forgotten whispers flitter
figments fractured by our dark
days that turned to nights
nights that never end
until i found my road
beyond the road’s last bend
where no signs point to me
where maps fail to lead
to places i find solace
in solace’s gentle bed
fading into forever
for now is far too raw
safe in my own embrace
the only arms i trust
away from words too sweet
the lies of mouths that gush
the truest sign of fraud
the ones who glitter gold
give me souls dirty,
ripped, torn, and dull
the ones that hide away
the ones i stumble upon
humble in their countenance
unafraid to show deep scars
i’ll trust the gritty any day
over polished fake facades
find me gone forever
from the world i thought i knew
from what once lured me
i’ll slip into the unreachable

~ Em C.

4.22.18

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The Invisible Tide

stepping stone stars

hopping to and from

chasing ‘round Mars

bottling the sun
.
charting swirling galaxies

mapping all the dark

spreading out our blanket

picnicking on rock
.
eye spy long lost births

a blink erases time

dust writes ancient messages

on sky’s canvas framed by night
.
only hearing heartbeat

deafening cold vacuum

reading a language we created

scrawled in red sand dunes
.
kiss the sunrise with me

savor moon’s dessert

burrow in alien mountains

run with me through cosmos
.
never turning back

better on the outside

unchained from the moor

sailing the invisible tide
.

~ Em C.

4.19.18

And All

Somewhere my soul is dancing

In a world where it is loved

Where it is seen and heard and respected

Where it never has to defend

Its vibrant energy for breath

Its never ending quest

The way it beams passion

How it strives for its best

Somehow my soul will surface

From suffocating depths black

The kind that choke the spirit

The kind that strangles hearts

I’ll know the light upon arrival

It will embrace my being whole

It won’t question my motives

It will hold me

scars and all

~ Em C.

4.13.18

Time Kept Time

time kept time, and kept us dancing
to jazz band rhythm section;
warm lights, sweat and searching hands
dip me over your lowered arm,

swooning, I fall
into swing

piano tickles my spine
in all my right places,

just like your eyes,
they glide across my pages
playing notes I’d long forgotten,

you tune me
until I sing

as liquid jazz voice melts my ice
in jaded blood frozen with loss;

remind me once more:
I’m the woman
you wanted
once upon a time…

want me again, harder
spin me again, faster

remind me to forget
the world, to become
our music

~ Em C.

4.3.18

 

 

The Flowers and You

as spring daffodils lean reaching heads sunward,

turn your rain-stained face toward me.

sunflowers, daisies, shamrocks — aching for some distant light…

your sun, your radiant heat I’ll be.

even in looming dark, under pregnant clouds, obscured by curling fog,

they know the precise angle of aim;

you’ll find me here, perched beam in a steady old-growth tree,

waiting for your uplifted gaze.

their opening petals yawn wide

as your eyes, searching for an outstretched ray.

a blind kind of faith, the flowers and you;

when life has led you astray…

just turn your chin to the shelter of sky,

and you’ll find me there shining your way.

~ Em C.

 

4.2.18

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To Moor

She would not be a willing witness

To his inevitable shipwreck fate

Despite the warnings, he sailed away

Straight into that electric storm

She threw him buoys and rings and ropes

He followed the siren’s song

Throngs of others hollered

From the edges of the dock

“Watch out for hidden dangers

For weeds and toxic spots

Eating at your hull

Rotting your heart and guts”

She opted not to jump in after

When the effort to save him failed

She would not watch him sink

Not flounder, nor succumb

The messages were clear

The traps ahead laid bare

The storm drew him in

Its magnetic lure

But if he manages to survive

She’d meet him back on shore

She’d dry his tears and provide for him

Her shoulder upon which to moor

~ Em C.

4.2.18