Lacefully Ensnared

delicate filigree entwining

enticing, ensnaring

woven webs capturing



beauty created by the unknown

what lies in the voids

the spaces between threads



what could be isn’t there

or is it

the mystery of the unknown

……

just imagine
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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A beautifully dried leaf isolated on black depicts nature's beauty.

Medic’s Epitaph

looking back, I gaze

at a red and broken past

around my feet lies the present

an uncertain yet clear future lies before



surrounded by pain

time spent with the dead and dying

understanding death at times

comes easier than conversing with the living



contemplation brings a deeper appreciation of life

all I want my epitaph to be

is not confusion, but

…..

“just trying to leave someone alive”
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

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Wish on the Wind?

it’s a mystery to me how it commences

only the wind remembers

from whence it came and where it goes

yet we wish on it

with dandelions in bloom



will the wind ever remember

that wish it blows on its way

for at the end of the day

all for that we yearn

is to be remembered by name



at days end when the clouds lift

light will breakthrough

yet the wind will not look back

but ….

what of us, should we
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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Rivers of Time

time passes as the river flows

from whence it comes

to where it goes

cutting a pathway

leaving scars in its wake

once passed we cannot return


in the beginning

from birth

forced through cracks

from a trickle great steams grow

going with the flow

as time passes



great rivers are master sculptors

seeking new horizons

forging into the unknown

until

at days end

all rivers merge

no second chances



all the while

time passes
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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meandaring river

The Coming Storm

a poem of reflection …..

under the influence of life

all things merge into one

forming a single perfect storm

motionless I lay on the turgidity

can approaching silence be so quiet?



waiting in hope, in time and silence

a single menacing mass approaches

gray clouds merging into

a single menacing black mass

waiting and listening in the silence



what defines you now

is how you deal with this tempest

afterward, do you lie basking in the sunlight

or broken, bruised on the rocks

for in that silence you will be defined
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

Gritty Pathways

a forest of thoughts

with pathways of grit

bordered by the ageless

unbending, yet

graceful willow trees

waving me on effortlessly

with the wind of yesteryear



I traverse the pathways

crushing fear underfoot

grittily determined to endure

with grace as my companion

and pockets full of pebbles

slowly being ground

into the gritty sands of time
© 2019 michael d emmerich

Life Matters

“Our interest in death and illness is nothing but a way of expressing an interest in life” Thomas Mann – my poem below is written from a medical perspective – every life matters and has value

air goes in and out

blood goes round and round

that says the medic

keeps you alive



in sickness and death

illness and injury

not all goes as it should

this is well noted



blood and guts

sickness and death

that last …..

potential breath

affirms our quest



intimacy with death

fuels our passion

in life in its abundance

ours

and yours …

the next patient?
© 2017 / 2019 michael d emmerich

life matters

Chasing the Gray

Another year around the sun rolls by … another year opens up .. my life continues … what does the next year hold? All I know is that I keep chasing, moving forward .. skirting the gray .. pushing towards hope as I skirt the shadows …

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My 55th birthday poem, a present to myself …. you decide if it is inspiring or depressing ….♥

closer to the edge

day by day

I skirt the sepia

my darkness

my solitude



I’ll lock the door

block the door

maybe step outside

and change the world



welcome to my world

my inner eternal battles

where even blood is gray

when coagulated by time



hope pushes out fear

pain and despair

is it all in vain

as I chase the gray
© 2017 michael d emmerich

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Distance

the crumpled boarding pass

fell out my pocket 

as I fumbled for my keys

time away from home

makes the heart more distant



taking care of self

whilst away

causes pain to those close

distance damages

doesn’t always heal



departing the breach

leaves a gap

that could be filled

by another

or just left empty



love and affection

forgotten, lost in time

through one’s travels

this void left

….

empty, vacant and alone
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

Pebbles in my Pocket

pebbles in my pocket

line in the sand

make that stand

as you search

for closure



draw that line

standing strong and resolute

on a pebble strewn beach

digging deep

until you find them all



then…

facing what awaits

gazing boldly and contemptuously

at that which dares

to cross that line

© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus