emmajoy : Writing

should the gods..

should the gods..

A Poem by emmajoy


minds might turn to midnight's crystal stepsspinningleapinginstant to constantshould the gods work magicminds might turn to midnight's crystal stepsla..
If allowed

If allowed

A Poem by emmajoy


if allowedI'd give you the moon as it lies naked in a sky of wakefulness..if beckoningSummer.warm waves with trills galore trickling love 'pon a glist..
distorted isometrics

distorted isometrics

A Poem by emmajoy


Mind speaks in whispered knitcuffs turned backseams seemlessly frayedby a regurgitated oasisof patternesque: take one, slip an' drop one,change colour..
A thrush sings, invisible

A thrush sings, invisible

A Poem by emmajoy


Two hours in a hospital waiting roomcrowded with the living, packed withthe unforgiving agony of waiting for....news to relieve, to remedy, to remindt..
but...

but...

A Poem by emmajoy


they didn't want to be lovedthey merely wantedto be wanted
Laid gainst wall

Laid gainst wall

A Poem by emmajoy


avatar:The Set up -Kim Roberts if you walk into an artist's studio, could find canvasses laid or stood against foot of the walls.. tis all.. no se..
clutching..

clutching..

A Poem by emmajoy


on each stepI pausewonderreflecton how it isclimbingclutchingat strawswonderingifLady Luckhas givenmethe shortest scrapyet againI'm not that badam I?!..
stratum

stratum

A Poem by emmajoy


life plays havoc with the living dealsspades with whichto open upthe ground an'swallow one whole..nothing to say where-what-how or why..tis the incons..
salute the sky

salute the sky

A Poem by emmajoy


like many lost peopleI write 'causewords hidein the cliche-d recess of my tiny mind..choking on meanings misused - abused -by own irreverence forlearn..
there's something in feeling lost..

there's something in feeling lost..

A Poem by emmajoy


a long walk , lost in thought.. head down.. ignoring where, why, what and how..