Images of Epiphany
Light
water
a dove descending
broken roads
lined with crying children
crushed gravel
a song
ascending
a pot
boiling over an open fire
lies and
truth
lies and truth
a spot of tea
that stains
the
fine white linen
washes too
the throat so dry
we forget
the trembling hand
© Tom Emmens
(e-poem)
Grief
In the time of grief
descending
I was unaware of
fields
unaware of moving clouds
unaware of heart beats.
I was aware
of ashes
just like dust and gravel
spreading
slowly
on the ground
where startled monarchs
fluttered
unaware of sorrow.
© Tom Emmens
(e-poem)
Scene at a Gallery
The skeleton tree,
black as pitch
in ink blue sky,
will be the frame.
The winter star,
piercing,
enters as the subject.
A shadow
casts so softly
'cross the
diamond carpet,
where I shift,
to gain the perfect view.
© Tom Emmens
(e-poem)
First Love Observed
Damn your love !
So clean,
So cool,
So
uncluttered,
So focused,
It rises above the rest,
a
spring storm
nurturing growth. When I see your run,
unfettered,
through flowing
wild flower fields,
I never think of
fragile
crushed stems,
I think of running free,
like you.
©
Tom Emmens
(e-poem)
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