Poems Collected
By Emma Reznick
Through Their Eyes
The calming stillness of a lone winter tree
Moonlight casting a cool glow on dark bark
An ink corolla on a worn out desk
Soft petals caked with grime
And dust
Torn - pulled between two sides
Never able to choose
Pounding pressure
Resting just between
With everything to lose
A scarred stained interior
Fixed up
Made up with layers of paint
Hidden to the world
A whirlpool deep within
Fillers faked assets
Just icing on a ruined cake
Two different houses
Two ends of a street
One a fresh facade
And the other?
Untouched abandoned
Weeds flowing overgrown
Or
A perfect manicure of a lawn
Choose choose take your pick
Make sure it's what they all want
Take a deep look through their eyes
See the pulling
tearing deep inside
Be Wary, Weary Traveller
Cracked
Rows upon rows of marked up stones
Weathered away over time
Rain
Pelting down endlessly
A steady beat of a rhyme
Mourning
Gone but never forgotten
An endless cycle of loss
Beauty
A lone tree grows
North side covered in moss
History
Once a lively space
Where gatherings took place
Life
The hoarse crowing of birds
The soft murmur of words
Death
A reaper with a scythe
An angel from above
Love
Many lost have strived but always seemed to find
It slips away like silken feathers from a dove
Be wary, weary traveller, for these paths have stories to tell
A Feeling Deep Inside
It starts
A small feeling deep inside
Growing
Growing
Growing
It’s bigger
You don’t know what it is
But you know it’s there
Claiming
Claiming
Claiming
It’s huge
It takes over your brain
But you never know it’s there
Staying
Staying
Staying
It’s there
You give it a name
You try to get it out
Fighting
Fighting
Fighting
It wins
It takes over your life
You’ve lost control
Laughing
Laughing
Laughing
Music of the storm
I can hear the rain falling down in sheets, tears in my eyes match the crashing storm
The endless flooding fills the streets
Music from my heart flows away
Thunder breaks
the house shakes
Will we make it through at all
Music once filled my ears
Replaced with crashing hail
Music of the storm
That’s what will prevail