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POETRY
Falling Star
Janet Emma, June 24, 2021, Buckskin Pony Music, All Rights Reserved
Imagining new love weightless & sweet
That moment a kindred heart we meet
No cliff too high no sea too deep
We trust each other our hearts to keep
Gamble not for the faint of heart
To hitch our wagon to that falling star
Flashing through the gloam to dark
Forged beams together one seamless arc
How is it then that when that Love goes gone
When hope lays low & rest won’t come
When the one you love might not come home
it’s lonelier than just plain alone
Compared to the blue of missing someone
Lonesome is just a midnight ramble
But the ache that comes with the setting sun
Reminds me true Love is a longshot gamble
Keep the faith & the candles burning
Sun will rise & earth will keep turning
When vision seems dim & the skyline blurry
Trust the revelation as we journey
Though we live for the smile of hello in Love’s eyes
The risk is always heartbreak & goodbye
But the mystery between them is where the gold lies
If we’re brave in Love & don’t close our eyes
The Color Blue
(For my Hero, my Pop)
Janet Emma, January 21, 2021
Buckskin Pony Music, All Rights Reserved
You say ‘go’ - go live my life
You say it’s okay to leave
Bend that faith, take that leap
Do what is best for me
I hear your words as you hold my hand
As I swallow my heart & breathe
I follow now in your footsteps
As I strain with my heart to see
Your question dawns “what’s best for me?”
A Sundog after summer rain
I’ve never really asked or known
What such a thing might mean
Safer to stay and hold the hearts
That stave off invisibility
Than to risk there being nothing more
Souls like mine were invented for
I learned the hard way most everything
Like I learned to grieve before I could sing
The hour is late yet the journey is new
Anything is possible - save for leaving you
They haven’t invented the color blue
Of my heart so far away from you
You paint the dories green, blue & red
Never meant to sit the river out
But always meant to sail instead
And risk the rocks & rapids
A life well lived not on the shore
But a currach afloat no matter the storm
Aware of red skies by night or by morn
You stalked the yonder horizon
May the stars light our way by land and sea
Through the waters of life and the crossing
May your eyes be the sextant by which I set sail
No matter the squalls or the tossing
I watched you map the stars in the sky
And now I ask your keen blessing
As snowmelt in spring is as sure as your heart
Watch over your daughter’s traversing
The Mending
Janet Emma, April 26th 2020
Buckskin Pony Music, All Rights Reserved
Take all the air you need
Go into the woods & breathe
Breathe until there’s nothing left
But a forest that sighs with you, bereft
Night birdsong & the sun goes to sleep
Inside the walls the furniture grieves
The air in your barely living room
Stands stock still as a startled thief
And you like it that way
And you don’t want help
When the pain is all
Of her you’ve got left
Sunrise interrupts your strategy
To disappear for a month or three
As hard as you try you can’t ignore
The bluebird’s call outside your door
So you put one foot toward the coffee pot
And you let your feet move whether or not
Your heart’s onboard with this obvious plot
To coerce you to give the morning a shot
But that move you make is the reckoning
When you feel Life’s living beckoning
Hearts broken reveals hearts’ blessings
To have Loved at all is the mending
True North
Janet Emma, March 1, 2020
Buckskin Pony Music, All Rights Reserved.
My beloved True North, your secrets unfurl
Still lost more than found as I’ve traveled this world
But when you come 'round with your red compass heart
I feel less afraid of the fall or how far
Always believed I’d the wings of a bird
But the heights that I’ve dreamed often seem plain absurd
In slumber I easily fly through the wires
Then morning light finds me earthbound in the mire
I hear banjos & hill songs way up on the ridge
I make my way toward them, I stumble and trudge
The lights in the valley all shining like diamonds
Still they don’t light the darkness like you by the moonlight
There are hearts that will promise then roll in the storm
They’ll not shine in our eyes or protect us from harm
They don’t wonder or worry if we’ve settled or roam
They’re the red sky at night as we hunker till morn
Some say it’s only each by our own light
That we see a way forward by day or the night
I’ll watch till dead weary for what sure be the course
For your red heart, my compass, my only True North
"Where The Light Gets In...."
1/19/19
Don’t you dare go feeling sorry for yourself
You’re not the only one
Don’t beat yourself up for all the things
You might or might not have done
Count your blessings one more time
then scratch them down in ink
and read them again when the hollow comes
when the sun can’t help but sink
the fog will clear and you’ll be brave
and face new skies of blue
Plant a rose among the thorns
Of dreams that will never come true
Handful of soil & a seed of faith
Give hope a chance to root
At the break of dawn you’ll see it there
The miracle of the bloom
Your heart cracks wide like an old clay pot
The price of Love, my friend
Take heart, says The Pot, for the beautiful cracks
Are where The Light gets in
"Whisper"
February 24, 2019
Willow & Maple, Elm & Oak
hurl frozen javelins against glass & tin.
In mad synchronicity,
their flailing limbs rise in defense
against the mournful wind
tattering the eclipsing midday fog
the shattering sound alarming every Living Thing
as they rail on that the Sun has forsaken them.
‘She is coming back’, Hope whispers to none of them in particular.