"emends" poems
Heather grabbed at my ankles
A bubbling stream shanty is sung
Light opened holes in the morning sky
The gateway stood isolated as I approached
Awaiting a portal vortex, I felt no worries
It's partner lay broken, stranded and overgrown
The valley sprawled upwards beyond
Following the stream bearing promises
Torn brown waters drawn from peaty hearts
A storm lay waste in its stride
Land slides piled high across the stream
The throttling strictures but nature emends
Here the shadows are but places of wonder
Rain an endorsement of wonder
Wind to lift up the wings on depression
Where one voluntarily throws one's own ashes
The lizard appears and basks on a sun drenched grit-stone
Transformed a life form quizzically looks on
Is my reflection blinking on turbulent waters true
A place where no lily pad can conquer a perspective blue
The mind haunts the wilds carried on a prodigal dream
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:24 PM UTC
Cassandra and Simon
Rose and Neil eloped to America
Mrs. Blossom is forever silent now
Mortmain in solitude emends his drafts
And Topaz dances under the summer moon
Even The Shape seems to have withdrawn itself
From Godsend Castle, where Cassandra writes
Shaping into meaning the wreckages
For she will build a life true to herself
Whether or not Simon ever returns
But wait – the foot of the lane – those car lights…
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
It's a hole
This I am sure of
It leads down to the place where the sun never comes out
Where I'm sitting on a sewer drain
My hair in knots upon my head
My crown of ignorance
I shouldn't allow myself to make that trip
But I do almost daily
I see in the 20/20 vision I most certainly do not have
My heart ripping at the seams in slow motion
The way I shudder with every drag of the cigarette
A blank expression waiting for a sign that never came
I figure one day I'll be strong enough to fill this hole with concrete
Watch it harden and not dig it back up
But I truthfully never made emends for the reasons it got so far
Years later I don't see how I could
I mean how many people would listen in the first place?
So many nights I go down the hole
Chipping away at the foundation,
Watching it grow in size every time
I always imagine it will be different
As far as I know there's been no luck
I fear there never will be.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
I’ll apologize solemnly if you let me,
this pain in my chest really upsets me.
I continue to make emends,
in hopes you’ll forgive me.
At this rate we know you’ll outlive me,
a lot of my past memories feel like regrets.
I’m sorry,
this pain in my chest really upsets me.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:00 PM UTC