My Poetry is …..

neither a shout

or 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

Alive, but?

duty calls

conflicting with the heart

which is more important

what do we know?



does not knowing

burden the weary traveller

sadness presses down

but we are alive



beaten down

by the weight of fate

alone we stand

shoulder to shoulder



how cautious can we be?

stand up and be free

whilst continuously

coming up for air

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Obligations of Life

 

outward bound

battered suitcase by my side

backpack slung over shoulder

closing door pushes me out

taxi, plane and bus awaits



on the road again

wife and lover left behind

mama don’t cry for me

as I go down

that lonesome road again



not to live

just to work

off to work I go

obligations, complexity

…. perspective

still it sucks

© 2017 michael d emmerich

My Space

travelling into my space

the road less travelled

it’s better this way

dipping in and out

not to live

just to visit

it can be a scary process

discovering what lies beneath

in my space

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Defining Self

the present is a construct of the past

every breath we have taken

is the sum of who we are

that past we remember

does it affect our present?

does forgetting cleanse our slate?



are we bound by the rattling cold chains

that bind us to as distant memory?

does time eventually conquer us?

are we only doomed to repeat history

if we remember it?



the constant past that never leaves

is it a blessing or a curse?

do moments give birth to new moments?

or are they transformed

into the next state of flux



that clean slate of the now

is ready

redefine the now

using yesterday’s palette

paint a new tomorrow

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Certainty

inspiration, that which

born from not knowing

drives us to discover

to tackle the uncertain

in the hope that certainty arrives



grasping at the uncertainty of life

pushes us to embrace that continuum

of not knowing

if or when certainty will arrive

but arrive it will



turning the unknown

into the known

that empty canvas

into the most majestic sunrise

on a glorious new day

flush with new discoveries

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Drowning in Lust

A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂

a trail of discarded clothes

leads to a pit of desire

primal urges released

tenderness and lust

a little bit of animal

is exposed



conflicting emotions

tender caresses

unleashing

sweat, tears, yearning

and savagery

bitten by love



drowning in our love

as I drink of you

sated yet still hungry

drenched in love

and lust

we sleep

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The One Constant

time spent apart

is lost in life’s forgotten mist

never to be recovered

lost but not forgotten



distance ….

makes the heart grow distant



bridging the gap of miles

never comes easy

broken bridges, rebuilt over time

broken

memories need to be stronger

than any broken bridge



absence ….

makes the heart grow absent



times cloak of darkness

descends and masks

light, love and memories

build memories must be built to withstand

the storms of life

when miles come between



love

like time

is constant

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Chasing the Gray

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

Tears

tears from above

go whence?

after they fall



tears of love, grief, joy

cutting paths

leaving scars



at journeys end

what becomes of them

do they remain?



as  vessels filled

with pain and love

to heal or to harm?



either way

they have a story to tell

which must be heard

© 2017 michael d emmerich