Surrounded By Life

there is life is everywhere

it exists, and always has

in all that we see there is life

even in death, there is life

it is light, pushing darkness back

fighting those that rail against it

in the most unimaginable places

life claws out an existence

life like hope is the eternal spring

that we all desire to sate our thirst

long may the well overflow

with a never ending

river of life


© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

An Incomplete Puzzle

the sky is as empty as my life

a vast unfathomable emptiness

charting a path through the maze of nothingness

searching for the piece of the puzzle that is missing

my heart demands the puzzle to be complete

it yearns for the picture to be made whole

only then can the bleeding stop


in a bed with an empty pillow next to me

I dream of my missing puzzle piece

of the one who holds my heart

so sad that what we do to survive

can make the puzzle incomplete

I asked myself in my dream;

so why do I do it?

dreams like puzzles are riddled with missing pieces

the one piece I need is within my grasp

it comes to me all alone

it means so much to me

the piece, the puzzle, my beloved

completing the picture

bringing me full circle

to completion




© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Elijah’s Door

we open the door but no one comes in

but we must always be wiling

to leave the door open

for those with wanderlust to enter

or those with questions to exit

the door to the dark

enter from the dark to the light

or exit out into the dark

either way we can always

while waiting

sip from the chalice at the portal

knowledge brings light to the darkness

making the unknown known

the artist ventures out into the dark

through the open door

to measure the unseen

to tell the story of the unknown

the open door leads out

to all that is not yet known

we can get lost out there

in the vastness and strangeness of the dark

although we can also find harmony

those with wanderlust can become anyone

or no one

the door is always open

if we can find our way back

as the solitary aspect of getting lost is enticing

mystery becomes our compass

we become like Dante traversing

jumping to hell and back

to find ourselves back in paradise

at the open door

always be willing to leave a door open

peace could enter unannounced

future redemption could even enter

or we could exit on another enticing journey

getting lost on a quest for questions

questions that might not have answers

what then comes first?

the question, the answer

or the intention?


© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

But Why ??

why this?

why that?

tell me more

always asking

questioning, searching

relentless and restless

answers never bring closure

but only lead to more questions

oh this perpetual curse of the why

it’s a never-ending journey

the next why leads to the next

will it ever end?

the see-saw of life

back and forth

relentless like the wind and the waves

always battering at my minds doorway

it is never still

neither my mind nor the wind and waves

I think not even at death

when my ashes are to to be cast

into the wind and waves

they will for all eternity be battering

at someone’s doorway


© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Facing Mortality

my finger is on the trigger

the needle is in the vein

my blood is on my hands

my soul is in disarray


my dreams are littered with death

the smells soak my dreams

drenching my bed sheets

awakening, bound in linen and sweet


in the distance I see fields

littered with red poppies

drooping, dripping in the morning mist

bending with the weight of the unknown


mortality waits at every turn

the knife blade glints in the morning dew

the bare wrist looks inviting

as the knife slides silently into its sheath


the red mist clears

the sun breaks through the clouds

my soul is in my hands

the red poppies look beautiful this morning

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich