#splendid
Splinters of Absence
"Absence cuts deep, yet its splinters still glimmer.”
I knew you once
as open hands,
a voice that carried warmth
like firelight,
a kindness
that bent the shadows back.
Then came
the fracture –
silence sharp
as glass,
splinters of absence
lodged in my chest.
Two Kayos stand
before me:
one who laughed,
who shared,
who let the world feel tender;
and one who vanished,
sealed her words
behind stone,
erased me
like a stain.
I press my ear
to the crack
between them,
listening for the echo
of truth.
Is love still hidden
in the shards,
or only fear
reflected
in the mirror’s break?
The beauty of brokenness
is not the wound,
but the light
that leaks
through fissures.
Even shattered glass
scatters brilliance,
even silence
teaches me to sing.
So I carry both faces –
the splendid
and the shattered –
knowing that what breaks
does not erase
what was real,
only reshapes
the way it shines.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
My sweet little mollusk,
You polish the sea-tangy sand dollars smooth with the soles of your feet
You fill up your sweet siren lungs with a sun-sated breeze and submerge your bare fingers
Until they can sweep the slippery silt of the seabed abyss. I can’t sleep.
Your anemone fingers trace watery ripples through the ebbs of my dreams, trailing streams
Of fluorescent-blue algae sunk deep. Your barnacle tongue shatters ships
Into ruinous splinters of treasure. I kiss
The cerulean ocean that hides in your lips.
My sweet little scallop,
The galloping waves break the curves of your shallows.
There are flecks of unpressed sea salt brine in your irises, tireless riptides of foaming-bright promises.
Your skin has the silvery sparkle of scales that effervesce endlessly, bending beneath the fierce tides of your palmprints.
I’m dropping. The current caresses your cheeks’ fishbone hollows, rethreading the necklaces strung out of seashells.
You bury your face in the swells of the tempest. I envy
Your azure, I worship your lapis.
My sweet little mussel,
Your tussled cyan-coral hair is unbleached, unleeched and resplendent
I am rendered transcendent by the green iridescence of your silk seaweed whispers. I have drowned in your splendid.
I can still hear your aquamarine through the white roaring waves cracking onto the shore.
I want more. Your crustaceous sand whirlpool has nestled below the soft curl of your chest. You press the world’s oceans in the dip of your palms
And drink deep from the waves swirling under.
I’ve drowned in the water-spilled seas that are cupped in your hands,
I have drowned in the pearls of your wonder.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
Silence
Silent the crowd
Followed by a round of applause
After the announce
Splendid.....
Greatest performance
Performed the audience
Reformed innocence
In my inner sense
Resurrection of my consciousness....
I remembered
The splendidness that made you a splendor was splendid
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
a profusion of colors
unfurled from small buds
to bring forth their splendid
spring flower gala
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
Thousand splendid stars
At midnight in the garden
Were watching their God.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
so effulgent
the daffodils of brightest shade
so effulgent
bold trumpets e'er magnificent
they grew along the esplanade
showing a splendid tonal grade
so effulgent
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
My Maypole mind unravels
reverses centrifugal force
its streamer shreds of ribbons
spinning backwards
in one grand and splendid rush.
Mind loosened and snapped
tatters
fluttering free
electric after-images
of me.
© M.L.Emmett
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
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Somewhere in the outerspace
strange people were buying
land on the Moon, Mars and
even Venus.
Pluto was afar,
remote and not a real thing!
At All
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC
A man thinks for those
Who can’t think for others
Pray for those
Who don't pray for others
Without knowing the foes
A man feels friendship with others
But
When he recognizes his hidden foes
He don’t try to make them friends
By
forgiving, praying and caring
With his splendid rays of character
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
A tale of adventure, A tale of strife.
A tale of wisdom, a tale of life.
In the streets of afghan, a quick learner
Enchanted by the kite runner.
A tale of loss, a tale of gain.
A tale of horror, a tale of pain.
With strife and hurt, all bestowed.
And, the mountains echoed.
As sorrow seeps,
Mariam weeps
A tale of hurt,
Out to blurt.
With arrows, bombs, axe and guns
Burnt with a thousand splendid suns.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC