The Coming Storm

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
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Why ?

memories of dark days

days of remembering

why?

the loss of belonging

of longing...

why?
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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Love Lingers

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
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Standing Serene

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
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No Limits

rose petals

pressed between blank pages

bleeding out,

total commitment

to the cost

of pressing on
© 2019 michael d emmerich
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Shadows of My Mind

 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
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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

Too Much Blood for Words

(Bleeding Words Part 2)

Additional thoughts on this poem I wrote on 27 Feb, 2018 – Bleeding Words – my journal is littered with half finished poems and new ideas/concepts/memories; keep falling onto the pages. Just battling to put many of the ideas to bed, as finished poems, the final close out of many of the poems just escapes me at present ….

 

red stained pages

drenched, dripping

cannot see the words for blood

draining from my pen

onto the floor

pooling

coagulating

words escaping

frozen and timeless

in blood

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Moments of Introspection

Been silent for awhile, still writing furiously and embroiled with emotion. Here are a few quotes that have drawn me into different places.

 

Friendship

for time, for a season

for a lifetime

walking through the fire

embers and ashes cling to you

memories burnt into one’s story



broken promises, battered trust

like a well-travelled suitcase

full of memories and baggage

ready to be unpacked, repacked

for the next journey



neither time, distance or age

undeterred, always

comrades in each other’s arms

like long lost lovers

always returning

…..

for that last embrace

© 2018 michael d emmerich