reflections

Lost Shadows of Reticence

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
at the centre of his imagination
all is blurred or veiled
this continual tussle between
reveal or shadow

inevitably creating a journey of suspense
allowing for at times,
no resolution or closure
retreating into these lost shadows

this private reticence
of an untold, nay oft told story
out of sight, off camera
might become an annoyance

but is it not the journey
rather than that, never reached destination
that casts the longer shadow
and matters more?

© 2021 michael d emmerich

© 2021 mikesnexus.com

Wish on the Wind?

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
it’s a mystery to me how it commences

only the wind remembers

from whence it came and where it goes

yet we wish on it

with dandelions in bloom



will the wind ever remember

that wish it blows on its way

for at the end of the day

all for that we yearn

is to be remembered by name



at days end when the clouds lift

light will breakthrough

yet the wind will not look back

but ….

what of us, should we
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

 

Rivers of Time

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
time passes as the river flows

from whence it comes

to where it goes

cutting a pathway

leaving scars in its wake

once passed we cannot return


in the beginning

from birth

forced through cracks

from a trickle great steams grow

going with the flow

as time passes



great rivers are master sculptors

seeking new horizons

forging into the unknown

until

at days end

all rivers merge

no second chances



all the while

time passes
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

meandaring river

The Coming Storm

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment

a poem of reflection …..

under the influence of life

all things merge into one

forming a single perfect storm

motionless I lay on the turgidity

can approaching silence be so quiet?



waiting in hope, in time and silence

a single menacing mass approaches

gray clouds merging into

a single menacing black mass

waiting and listening in the silence



what defines you now

is how you deal with this tempest

afterward, do you lie basking in the sunlight

or broken, bruised on the rocks

for in that silence you will be defined
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus.com

Why ?

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
memories of dark days

days of remembering

why?

the loss of belonging

of longing...

why?
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

index

Love Lingers

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
take the old, and make it new

paper over the pain

although the cracks

still let the love in



as the master said

the world changes

as we learn to make it new

I’ll still care for you



let’s use what we got

make do and make new

love is there for others too

but for you my love will always linger
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

Standing Serene

/ mikesnexus / 2 Comments 
in the waxing and waning of life

as the sea of tranquillity transforms

with the fast approaching misfortunes of poseidon

be that island of serenity in the raging storms

and pounding waves

of life's tempest

…..

just stand serenely

and be

 

© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

300px-Wind_Bound_Lerwick_around_1880

No Limits

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
rose petals

pressed between blank pages

bleeding out,

total commitment

to the cost

of pressing on
© 2019 michael d emmerich
© 2019 mikesnexus

Shadows of My Mind

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment 
 skittish shadows, flirting

with the smoke filled

shadows of my mind

and still my mind burns

like cheap whisky

coursing down my throat



while the beckoning, cavernous

maw of blackness approaches

just another hungry mouth

that needs to feed

at the trough

of my existence
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Voices

/ mikesnexus / Leave a comment

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