opening the door stepping over the threshold asking not much neither a kiss or an embrace just to lie down for awhile not to be alone just to be at home
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Recovery
that oft travelled path hard to traverse and understand healing scar tissue keeps tripping one up on those ever-larger keloids memories of the past calm, heal, infuriate foot sore, weary, burnt and blistered searching for recovery, healing crossing over to the other side searching for another I see peace in my eyes or another’s
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Clouds of the Congo
Low level flying over The DRC, between Kolwezi and Lubumbashi. All in days work … beautiful storm clouds and the rich colours that I so love …
© 2018 Michael D Emmerich
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Absence Divides
clouds roll over the horizon blanketing my mind this dark gray heavy mass unfurled creating an epitaph of confusion despite all the love and protection that enveloped us absence drove a wedge splitting your heart in twain that twisted spear of absence oh how I wish I could turn back and lose myself in you again …. found my world in you lost myself with you now I am lost, alone having lost my world
© 2018 michael d emmerich
A Conundrum
memories …… to beautiful to forget too painful to remember what to do? …… either way you’re fucked
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Awaiting a New Dawn
night runs to day light chases the dark is the pain receding what approaches over the horizon? the time of evening starlight fades the lamps grow dim in the approaching new dawn show me where it hurts? turning westward facing my fading shadow as a new dawn rips it from me splitting me in two what is lost might not be found I feel the void upon my thoughts I contemplate the other side as I wait for .... paradise?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Colours of the Congo
I so do love the bright vibrant colours of The DRC at this time of the year, at the tail end of the rainy season. Dark clouds are still rolling in bringing afternoon and evening thunder storms, the rich greens of the forest and that distinctive red soil of Africa.
Longing
I long for the sound of your voice caressing my cheek your lilting laugh your upturned smile to hear your laughter to laugh with you for you to laugh at me ….. I long for you …….
© 2018 michael d emmerich
A Question…. ?
A question to comment or ponder on:
How does one engender empathy (and hope) in ones darkest hour? Do we/can we do it (engender empathy) because life is fundamentally amazing, even though (or because), is spite of it all, it has an ending?
Expectations
I’ve always had expectations from the first time we met realised our dreams forged in conflict on life’s anvil the world keeps spinning even when you let go although my head is spinning as it all slows down the forge cools my dreams keep recurring I don’t want to wake up to the possibility of diminished expectations and forgotten memories ……. but still I linger for the dreams to become real expectations
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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