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
Poetry
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
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 …
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
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
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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
Why ?
memories of dark days days of remembering why? the loss of belonging of longing... why?
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus
Chasing Rainbows
the moon behind my back with shadows stretching out before, distorting, lengthening, changing the way that lies ahead standing in the gray hoping to arrive as I keep chasing rainbows to dry my tears
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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A Life Discarded
rolling highways of aging steel spikes of steel arching upwards stretching from here to wherever even possibly infinity remnants of a life discarded frantically clinging to rusted spikes as the blustery wind plucks and rips desperately trying to set them free these cast aside fragments finally break free to fly but only to be caught by yet another highway of steel which proceeds to agonisingly shred, rip, tear more of its life away right down to the marrow
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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Love Lingers
take the old, and make it new paper over the pain although the cracks still let the love in as the master said the world changes as we learn to make it new I’ll still care for you let’s use what we got make do and make new love is there for others too but for you my love will always linger
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus
What to Do?
what to do? ……. when your heart turns to dust all you want is just … yet your blood becomes rust when in flash all turns to ash as your life is slashed as all you can feel is cold steel as you slowly reel what do you do to survive? when you only feel alive after five
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus
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