There's a rainbow in the sky
   Painted up on
                                   High
I take that as a sign
                                            Of great Things to come
  Like O you'll love me deeply
       And O I'll embrace
              New life completely
    Falling into open arms so spirit sunken sweetly, weakly
   Showing us all the right way
                     To begin again

Her hair is
blooming flowers;
black asters with
some black swan's feathers.
When she smiles
you can see poetries
flowing from her eyes.
I can imagine
that when she cries,
it would be sea tides
and the shore
would sing mermaid songs.
A mermaid would come
silently
and cry
with her.
Each of her heartbeat
is one unique quake.
When she falls
in love
you can feel it
on your feet ---
the earth approves.
When her heart breaks
you can feel it --
your sternum cracks,
your ribs loose,
the lungs fly away
to where
the hope fades.

Exhausted pens....
blood fused prints
due to dedications
love for the taste of
my skin... My lids
far from friends, they
never meet blind to
the sun's retreat the
moon's indication to
sleep misunderstood
because success has
arrested my ability to
comprehend  

hopeless dreams...
energy shaving
thoughts of my blessing
of expression being
a feeding the world
needs.. until I shackle
the worlds attention
forever is the time my
watch will read  even
if impossible acts as the
platter that shelters what
I intend to feed

Long days and forever nights

© 2014 viewtifulink

This carpet - a Turkish Smyrna -
is made with Gordian knots,
tied by the fine fingers of a child
tied to a loom
by a thin, pale leg.

Every centimetre - a hundred knots
This carpet - two and a half million knots
all Gordian  
tied tightly
by the fine fingers of a child.

Each thread is dyed
with plants
picked by nomad hands
from shifting lands
Henna oranges and Madder reds
Saffron yellows and Indigo blues
Colours bloom and fade
with the change of seasons.

Patterns are centuries old,
never drawn or sketched,
only sung to the young
by the old blind weavers,
who walk the workshops
and the aisles of looms.

In this shadow world
of soured and fetid air
dreamless children
live threadbare under a black sun.

Wide borders holding everything in place
no figures or stories, just a labyrinth
of abstract shape and colour
drawing you in to the treasure
at the centre of the rug.

And the knowledge of the knots
the Gordion knots
tied by the fine fingers of a child
tied to a loom
by a thin, pale leg.

(for my brother, Martin)

I have sown the moon in the sky for you
so every night its there for you to see

I have stopped every clock from ticking time away
I have turned the tides back from the shore

I have stopped your world in blue belled Spring
and locked my in the falling leaves of Autumn

So now you can rewind the moments of the world
You can go back, to that one moment of choice

and never find the hose, nor set the engine deadly running
nor send those texts of fond farewells, to friends who looked away

nor write to me with love a comfort letter
for the dreadful loss.

No!
Just you:

the tufted, still blonde cowlick sticking up
the crinkled nose and cheeky smile
those sea blue eyes to drown in
strong brown arms, muscles flexed and toned
wrapped tight around me warm
and alive.


© M.L.Emmett

This man I once knew is gone
The very idea is saddening I used to love this man
He was a gentleman
Until he was ruined and turned into this beast
This obimination of a being has ruined so many for sheer enjoyment
I don't know this this thing anymore
I try to forget, but he always comes back to haunt me every time I look into the mirror.

the very thing i fear,
the only thing plaguing my life,
the mundane.

it creeps up on me at the worst
of times and
eats away at my very soul.

it saps my life energy,
i resent it.
yet I have no choice,
but to live it.