love is beauty wrapped
in the seconds of one’s life
stop, linger longer
taste, savour
and just breathe
ensuring this moment in time
is frozen and not forsaken
be enfolded, firmly,
yet with tenderness
just linger and be seen
© 2021 michael d emmerich
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Reading a few of my poems at an arts festival this weekend … excited, nervous, unsure … first time I will be reading my poems in a public domain, exposing my thoughts, emotions and journey to strangers, in person. Totally different feeling from posting them online or reading to a friend now and again. Possibly the next step in me moving into a more “serious” position on my writings. 😱📖🤔
Selected 5 poems to read (doing some practice readings) , will gauge the audience a see how many they can handle.
#mythoughts #mypoetry
at the centre of his imagination all is blurred or veiled this continual tussle between reveal or shadow inevitably creating a journey of suspense allowing for at times, no resolution or closure retreating into these lost shadows this private reticence of an untold, nay oft told story out of sight, off camera might become an annoyance but is it not the journey rather than that, never reached destination that casts the longer shadow and matters more?
© 2021 michael d emmerich
© 2021 mikesnexus.com
burdens weighing you down
solitude standing wounded bruised
will never be the same again
yet, struggling to remain
this warrior struggles to remain relevant
is there beauty in the dissonance?
compassion doomed to atrophy
but yet expectations remain
father time approaches
veiled with the cloaked of deceit
bearing down as one avoids
that stinging gift
I am awake it’s not over
expectations of invincibility despite
having had enough
lurching back into the fray
that next rubicon beckons
cold helpless alone
coming together joining as one
together we’ll cross the river
the sun is behind the clouds can it rain for a lifetime? a gray-black morass hangs over all this damocles sword denying all of happiness who reside amongst this, constant apprehension this novel storm that rages cuts all to the quick while remaining an affirmation of life despite the suffering
all paths eventually arrive at the same destination whatever one’s station be it the cross or another unity at the end playing fields are levelled for in death all are equal paths of glory or despair all lead to death none can transcend or escape the level playing field
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
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
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
in the waxing and waning of life as the sea of tranquillity transforms with the fast approaching misfortunes of poseidon be that island of serenity in the raging storms and pounding waves of life's tempest ….. just stand serenely and be
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