alone adrift all at sea winds prevail and blow endless sky horizon lost in the blue searching for firmer ground white dove released in hope to return with what or not at all
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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#Poetry&Life
Is it Dark Yet?
shadows fall darkness creeps there is something coming in the crawling dusk we will lose the day when the darkened veil achingly descends how long can we wait? beyond this veil nothingness awaits when will it be rent asunder? by whom? and when they come will they bring the morrow?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Trauma
as the blood dries beneath my nails as the metallic smell lingers in the air as my boots slip on the shit stained floor as I wipe the vomit from my shirt front removing blood-stained glasses ripping of blue blood gloves gazing across at what lies before not a beep can be heard lights fade to gray ashen faces stare back and the memory remains
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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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
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A White Feather
Inspired to write a poem on peace (after a friend reminded me, by wishing me Happy Peace Day), seeing as the 21st of Sept is the International Day of Peace.
a white feather fell from above
doves circle and soar
a bullet whistles past
blood drips from the bough of a tree
peace in our time is the mantra
can it be believed
cowardice, faith, protection, bravery
peace, needs a chance
so many messages, to which do we cleave
hope from a bygone era
past, present or a probable future
don’t shoot the messenger
white doves circle and soar
hoping they do not perish, bringing their message
doves cry, and hope dies when children perish
may they be lifted on the wings of peace
upwards to a burning sky
to a place with no name
the sun sets on a world in disarray
how many more white feathers need to fall
from a torn and shredded sky
as the tears of doves past rain down
are they at peace?
I can only dream that they are
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© 2016 / © 2018 michael d emmerich
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Autumn
falling leaves drifting down colours of rust passing by days grow short nights become cold winters song is calling tis the season of life for remembering, reflecting taking pleasure in past abundance a time of rest, as life wanes or so it should be branches are bare and twisted pain etched across the bark a new beauty emerges in the quiet, new portals open new journeys await upon this threshold we stand harvesting what’s left of life and the fruits born overtime hoping this elixir will suffice to sustain the last leg of our journey
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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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
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New Seasons
the shadow of beauty is regret as we lose today we gain tomorrow for in sleep we break the chains that bind us to yesterday we awaken unbound and unfettered to our winter past emerging into a new spring bursting to blossom
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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My Poetry is …..
neither a shout
nor 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
Eclipsing Life
eclipses of life dramatic chaotic tempestuous moments barely noticeable subtle changes rolling storm clouds gather ahead and then, we awaken in a sea of fog in the penumbra we patiently wait structural integrity retained loss of function noted salvaging what we can slowly our faculties improve healing slowly commences the gray fades to light the darkened hypoxic veil lifts returning senses, inducing pain bringing clarity to intermediate minds ……..
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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