home is where we start
but not where were it ends
the pathway from birth to death
is littered with choices
collected, used, stored, discarded
some stones sparkle and tempt
others lie cracked, damaged, exposed
by life's harsh realities
yet there is value in these damaged stones
and then, one day, I will die somewhere
against my will or another’s
but not today
Poetry
Life Matters
“Our interest in death and illness is nothing but a way of expressing an interest in life” Thomas Mann – my poem below is written from a medical perspective – every life matters and has value
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 / 2019 michael d emmerich
Chasing Rainbows
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
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus
A Life Discarded
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
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus
Not Yet
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
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
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
© 2018 mikesnexus.com
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
Black Mist
rollin’ and a tumblin’ it draws nigh
no warning bell tolls
this boiling tempestuous darkness
a mist of uncertainty
splashed with crimson
wrapping you in its threadbare
torn black shroud
black as the coal driven snow
no protection afforded
from the shards of blackness
…..
releasing, enveloping
or entombing?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
A Shooting Star
Dedicated to my gorgeous, patient, long suffering, beautiful .. wife
saw your shooting star tonight shattering the black of the night flying across an amber palette burning bright for all to see that’s your mystique slicing that veil of darkness let your light shine through my darlin’ you shine best on the darkest of nights burning brightly chasing my dark away that’s what you do best dragging me to the light my darlin’
© 2016 michael d emmerich
Lovers
lover cover me during tough and rough times better days await I’m sure lovers in their summer dresses wind pressed fabric caressing the curves sunlit backdrops to, images of flesh through silk and lace some girl to thrill me again, and again and yes, drive me crazy with who knows what when I look in your eyes I’ll be dreaming with eyes wide open as the sun goes down
© 2018 michael d emmerich
