emmajoy : Writing

Hidden sights..

Hidden sights..

A Poem by emmajoy


mere thoughts.. exposed..
Patchwork people.. 2

Patchwork people.. 2

A Poem by emmajoy


One birth, two worlds, place to place, walking the walktalking the talk as tho' academically inclined -leaning books in order, categorised, sensitised..
Patchwork people..  number 1.

Patchwork people.. number 1.

A Poem by emmajoy


a trail run at .. those we have known..
Most of us.. patchwork people

Most of us.. patchwork people

A Poem by emmajoy


We're patchwork peoplecoloured scraps of past memoriespicked apart by daily use.. tears..dropped stitches.. or tatteredmoments ..We're patchwork maded..
Who loved butter under the chin days

Who loved butter under the chin days

A Poem by emmajoy


a gentle start in a sad tale with a Halloween-ish touch.
Harry

Harry

A Poem by emmajoy


sat-sitting on a park bench..
early the hour, too dark

early the hour, too dark

A Poem by emmajoy


Gentle wordslaid 'pon frost flayed windowslyrics hid from hearing bywipers' swipe-slush soundside to side intodark ground forward ..early the hour, to..
what's in a rhyme

what's in a rhyme

A Poem by emmajoy


Theirs was is a blatanttakeon an almost obviousrefuted past -'It won't last..'And so it becomesa silent game ofa la carte signalslost in space -not fo..
Missing the glow..

Missing the glow..

A Poem by emmajoy


just silent words..
.. slow mud-loving giants

.. slow mud-loving giants

A Poem by emmajoy


Think of words as weapons..the way they curve and swervescimitar fashioned steelaimed to maim, at best.Weapons in fashioned steel..trundling precastca..