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

In Memoriam

My father would have been 83 today, sadly he passed away 4 years ago (can’t believe it’s so long without him). I wrote this poem last year on his birthday, I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. “My Fathers House” by Bruce Springsteen was playing as I wrote this eulogy last year.

fathers are refuge from the storms of life

when that safe port passes on

when the lighthouse fades

all that is left are the memories



memories never fade

they are never forgotten or passed over

they remain



memories shine through the mists of time

even when the lights fade and no one lives there

they remain constant, eternal not ethereal

these remain, never forgotten



what was once real is now no longer

the reminders of your love do not fade

they remain



through the years we walked different paths

they diverged and merged over the years

at the end they had become one

constant reminders of our togetherness



unconditional love learnt

remains

© 2016 michael d emmerich

Never Ending

day dons

nights cloak

becomes

the turncoat



unfurling

across the land

advancing

relentlessly



without end

devouring all

within its dark maw



victory is short lived

light returns

...

but for how long

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Our Mortal Coil

this life

this mortal coil

to be or to live

shedding this toil

just how long is the life

we choose to live

close your eyes and dream

if you dare



gaze through the window

what looks back

in the stain-glass

an image

a reflection

or

nothingness



look beyond the window

into the distance

at our own possibilities

over the horizon

beyond the veil

a probable future

awaits
........

tear that veil

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Responsibility Abdicated

easy is the hand

that holds the gun steady 

as you pull the trigger



bloody is the hand

guided by the steady hand

on the hilt



uneasy lie the tablets

as calm hands

hold the water jug



its not murder

its not death

just doing my job



not my doing

not my responsibility

just following orders

not even gods will



nuremberg defence

is no defence at all

use your conscience

and object

© 2017 michael d emmerich

A Matter of Life

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 michael d emmerich

 

#micropoetry No. 9

Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 haracters or less. Here are a few more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter 🙂

1.


gaze deeply

into deaths eyes

ponder on

what gazes back



2.


the myth

that one can

innocently stand by

is just that

a myth

 

© 2017 Michael D Emmerich

 

An Unfinished Life

what’s worse than death

an unfinished life

with regrets

life a life

worth living

dying leaving

nothing unfinished



only life worth living

is one to live for

dying to live

we all yearn for completion

yet it slips through our fingers

 like morning mist

all that is certain is this moment



the only life worth living

is to be fully human

creating a better world

with intent and actions

the elusive yet attainable

unfinished life

it’s worth it

live it!

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

Wide Eyes

empty eyes

dull damaged mirrors

poor reflections

eyes shout

silent prayers

muted when shut



eyes wide open

pennies cover the windows

copper green are the eyes

white eyes tell you

to ease the pain



slumbering with one eye open

eyes wide shut

shot between the eyes

blackness

point blank

right between the eyes

love is blind

even with open eyes

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich

#micropoetry No. 7

Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 characters or less. Here are three more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter 🙂

1.

feed me don’t tease me

said the lover

gorge yourself on love

life & lust

said the beloved



2.

love is beauty wrapped

in the seconds of one’s life

if you don’t stop

to breath

you might just miss it



3.

what is worse than death

dying leaving

nothing unfinished

the elusive, yet attainable

unfinished life

 

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich