by Emily | Mar 4, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
I watch their bare feet sink into the mudflats of their ancestors. I imagine the cool, grainy mud sliding between their toes. I smell the seeping stench of rotten eggs from the many creatures who inhabit it. The mud was carried from the streams our ancestors once...
by Emily | Mar 2, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
When I was a lass I believed that a giant bulbous She-Kraken lived in the center of the ocean. And when she breathed in, our tide on land would rise, and when she breathed out, our tide on land would fall. This, of course, was when she was content and at peace. On...
by Emily | Mar 2, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
Another cold rain swells the river Swallowing the snow and earth whole There is no natural charity in transition Not even room for the bold The path disappears beneath the bridge And quiet disturbance makes a mess Least resistant is now oppressive Tradition has come...
by Emily | Mar 2, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
Saltwater cradles me As I float aimlessly, pulled by the tide Vacant as the surface may seem Entire galaxies battle inside Stagnant as I lay Other heartbeats fight for their existence Unknowing all efforts to spawn and Thrive are belittled by the Hunt Endangering...
by Emily | Mar 2, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
The engine’s hum on my father’s fishing boat. Adventures begun on ferry boats. Tranquil silence, joyous wind on family sailboats. These are the vessels that carry me. Tides change like the rhythm of life, With ever shifting balance. Winds rise and fall, Like the pitch...
by Emily | Mar 2, 2021 | 18 Older Poetry
Rivers accept all waters: seepings from fern covered rocks, from footprints and wolf tracks. Runoff from feedlots and fallow fields, from waste dumps and rain storms. Flows from icy rivulets and hot springs, from city streets and storm drains, from factory waste and...
