Colours of the Congo

I so do love the bright vibrant colours of The DRC at this time of the year, at the tail end of the rainy season. Dark clouds are still rolling in bringing afternoon and evening thunder storms, the rich greens of the forest and that distinctive red soil of Africa.

Longing

I long for the sound of your voice

caressing my cheek

your lilting laugh

your upturned smile

to hear your laughter

to laugh with you

for you to laugh at me

…..

I long

for you

…….

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Tunnel of Love

roll up, roll up

shouts life

as you excitedly queue

to enter the tunnel of love

what beckons

what awaits

so much excitement



the yawning future

sucks you in

darkness beckons, engulfs

holding on tight to each other

and our dreams

forevermore


distant lights approach

eager anticipation unfolds

what awaits

love, eternal happiness

for evermore

……

pain, longing, separation

forevermore

…..

patiently, silently

we await

the darkness slowly lifts 

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Pain

pain fast approaches

crashing into you

ripping all asunder

pulling it in close

embracing, holding

desperately trying

to keep all the broken pieces

together

.......

clinging not ignoring

desperately hoping to transform

........

pain to compassion

anger into love

fear into kindness

.......

needing

positive energy to sustain

through the travails and tempest

that assail on this journey

© 2018 michael d emmerich

A Question…. ?

A question to comment or ponder on:

How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?

Expectations

 

I’ve always had expectations

from the first time we met

realised our dreams

forged in conflict

on life’s anvil



the world keeps spinning

even when you let go

although my head is spinning

as it all slows down

the forge cools



my dreams keep recurring

I don’t want to wake up

to the possibility

of diminished expectations

and forgotten memories

…….


but still I linger

for the dreams to become

real expectations

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Write What Hurts….

If any of you gentle readers have read my last few poems … the quote below sums up the tone and content ….. and my current journey ….

write hard about what hurts 1

 

Thanks for staying with me on this part of life’s journey ….

 

Virginia Woolf Quote

A Glimmer of Hope

 

the house stands all alone on the hill

shuttered and drawn

I approach in darkness

all is locked, silent and dark



I seek some way in

but to no avail

no one answers my knocking

a sliver of light

at an upstairs window



a shadow beckons

is this the glimmer of hope

that will open the door?

I patiently wait

…..

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Road of Despair

hole in my heart

finger on the trigger

where am I headed

who the fuck knows



road of no return

grapes of uncertainty

pressed into

wine of despair



camp fire light beckons

so what!

…..

who the fuck cares

© 2018 michael d emmerich