Defining Self

the present is a construct of the past

every breath we have taken

is the sum of who we are

that past we remember

does it affect our present?

does forgetting cleanse our slate?



are we bound by the rattling cold chains

that bind us to as distant memory?

does time eventually conquer us?

are we only doomed to repeat history

if we remember it?



the constant past that never leaves

is it a blessing or a curse?

do moments give birth to new moments?

or are they transformed

into the next state of flux



that clean slate of the now

is ready

redefine the now

using yesterday’s palette

paint a new tomorrow

© 2017 michael d emmerich

The Last Word

poets writers journalists

standing back

pens poised

prophesy awaits



philosophize with your pens

write it all

unabashed

always the last word



the might of graphite

bleeding gray

stronger than steel

but oh so fragile



poets down there

write nothing at all

just stand backs to the wall

waiting for words to tumble



pens and swords

a clash of unequal minds

both carry lead

of a different weight

although one is ….

eternal

© 2017 michael d emmerich