it's not dark yet it's not tomorrow yet the sun has not set yet no need to fret yet nothing to regret yet you have not broken yet so no need to fret ..... yet ....
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Poetry
A White Feather
Inspired to write a poem on peace (after a friend reminded me, by wishing me Happy Peace Day), seeing as the 21st of Sept is the International Day of Peace.
a white feather fell from above
doves circle and soar
a bullet whistles past
blood drips from the bough of a tree
peace in our time is the mantra
can it be believed
cowardice, faith, protection, bravery
peace, needs a chance
so many messages, to which do we cleave
hope from a bygone era
past, present or a probable future
don’t shoot the messenger
white doves circle and soar
hoping they do not perish, bringing their message
doves cry, and hope dies when children perish
may they be lifted on the wings of peace
upwards to a burning sky
to a place with no name
the sun sets on a world in disarray
how many more white feathers need to fall
from a torn and shredded sky
as the tears of doves past rain down
are they at peace?
I can only dream that they are
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Autumn
falling leaves drifting down colours of rust passing by days grow short nights become cold winters song is calling tis the season of life for remembering, reflecting taking pleasure in past abundance a time of rest, as life wanes or so it should be branches are bare and twisted pain etched across the bark a new beauty emerges in the quiet, new portals open new journeys await upon this threshold we stand harvesting what’s left of life and the fruits born overtime hoping this elixir will suffice to sustain the last leg of our journey
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Shattered and Drawn
love gone to waste lost never to be replaced myriad shattered reflections broken and lost connections ice bullets, cutting straight and true turning all my tears to blue strewn with guilt enfolding me with its emotional quilt that jig-saw visage reflecting through the passage of a shattered past stares back as one outcast futility of anguished tears failing to wash away the fears leaving in its wake one battered, bruised shattered and drawn
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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New Seasons
the shadow of beauty is regret as we lose today we gain tomorrow for in sleep we break the chains that bind us to yesterday we awaken unbound and unfettered to our winter past emerging into a new spring bursting to blossom
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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My Poetry is …..
neither a shout
nor a scream
not a whimper
or a whisper
….....
but an eruption
of emotion
from within
….......
once released
it plots its own path
and passion
towards darkness
or light
...
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Eclipsing Life
eclipses of life dramatic chaotic tempestuous moments barely noticeable subtle changes rolling storm clouds gather ahead and then, we awaken in a sea of fog in the penumbra we patiently wait structural integrity retained loss of function noted salvaging what we can slowly our faculties improve healing slowly commences the gray fades to light the darkened hypoxic veil lifts returning senses, inducing pain bringing clarity to intermediate minds ……..
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Subterranean Lullaby
pitter patter of tiny feet rat-a-tat of bullets ripping sheets orange spears of flickering candles casting opaque shadows on strips of flannel digging deeper, ripping up the dirt slowly covering holes in the shirt the man in the long black coat stands unsteadily at the edge of the moat doing his best not to gloat as the sand, cascades down all around the sacrificial goat as its ripped bleeding throat drains over the distended belly, as it bloats swallowed up consumed by this world in the belly of the beast all curled buried in the grave, six feet under as the veil is rent asunder silver coins glinting on the eyes, all bright weeping silver teardrops, in the watery moonlight
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
Paradise Unbound
lost in the mist of my own creation contemplating the monster lurking in the belly of the creator as we breath life into the monster should we stop and let it remain dormant? this fire burning in one’s belly resentful of life being breathed into it a fearful creator recoiling from his own creation at the risk of overreaching, with its unintended consequences alone, lost, created to be alone and dying a lonely death this mind of mine has its own mind making heaven from hell and hell from heaven finding the courage to carve my own path casting aside icons and sacred cows shattering this hierarchy of angel’s, demons and beasts a conspiracy betwixt my somnambulance and a familiar beast that man hath named who for now, shall go by another name my candle flickering almost to extinction, while buffeted by the wind distressed at the thought of losing one’s dream of a dream within a dream my only thought was to one in paradise and clouds on empty skies and not a care whilst lost in the midst of my own mist
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
Voices
Sitting alone on a remote site, in my small tent for the night, cold outside. No contact all alone, after a while it gets a tad claustrophobic, no matter how wide the horizon.
voices, I hear voices who is that that still small voice sounds so familiar oh, it’s just me starting to sound distant I’ll just keep calling hoping against hope that the door opens to where? at last it opens but wait, there is no one there that still small voice chasing me away saying begone no solace walls close in horizon stretches beyond longing for contact that human touch at last …. oh, it’s just me
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
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