As Rain Falls

As rain falls dripping chapters
I read between descending spheres
Reflections captured in glass globes
Past fortunes interpreted as dreams

As dreams fall in misty memories
Caught in wandering wistful eyes
Clouded by what could have been 
Flooded by lost pasts, I cry

As tears overflow heart’s garden
Sky and salty brine combined
Long dormant buried wishes
Sprout forth in fertile soil’s palm


~ Emily C.



Bustle and Chatter

Bustle and chatter,
lives that collide
in black matter, lit
by fluorescent lights

May I have this chair?
Mind if we share?

You type your words.
I’ll type mine.

Sipping time away
with the grind of another day
with the mind of another way

Pause to stare

into spacetime laced
with parallel layers
what was here before
exists to see no more
and I, and you, and we



…them and their presence

like radio waves crackle
messages, if you listen closely
our presence in the future
those not yet born, someday

will feel us here


Is this table free?
How is your day?
your life?

Nice to meet you.
Feel you later.

Got to be

on my way.

~ EC


Snow Globe

snow globe smashed
shattered glass past
shards of yesterday
stab sole flesh
scattered about
like missed rendezvous
speckled with white
synthetic love-me-dos
polka-dot time lost
to the multiverse
mantel clock chimes
its death on hearth
no more shaking
no more wishing
just bleeding dreams
evaporating before eyes
that want something else
transportation from here
to there,

from now

to then.


~ EC


Away From Here

stripped down to bare bones
a house, a home
fourteen years grown
a lifetime bloomed

tear it down
throw it out
burn the past
shaken up

dusted memories
torn pictures
lit up and tossed

make it gone


go away
from here

If only I could keep going
past a new start
into a new part
of the universe

where free flying
angels reside

I’ll bring my wings
my singing

and soar


the stars


~ E





Strong, intelligent
giving again
unreserved, you share with me

Your knowledge is yours
yet it is mine.
You want it that way
but you do not know it.
Naturally, generously,

Quietly, you accept praise,
bashful, you are flattered
modestly, you are astonished
that, without being aware,

You have transformed me.

~Emily Clapper

Date: sometime back in the late ’90s?

*Author’s note:  So, I found this poem, handwritten, amongst papers I have been cleaning out for the move.  It was written on a page with a few other poems I believe I wrote sometime in my early twenties (Read: half my life ago).  I don’t know what or whom was the subject of this.  And I kind of enjoy that mystery.

I thought I had found all of my poems from the past, there were probably only a couple dozen I had written in my whole life, before I started here in February…before the explosion of poetry. 🙂

Guess not!


White Wall

White wall weeps

memories’ keeper

surrendering lives

one frame at a time

down, dusted, boxed

past petrified

all but forgotten

awaiting new nails

hammer, wall

caught now between

here and there and

perhaps never


~ Emily Clapper