Lyrical Embrace

erased by history of ghosts
hiding behind infrastructure
and barbed wire fence
caress permeates fields
mist rises into folds of dawn
aroused by fingers that linger
textured on tip of tongue

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/29/2010 9:52 am est

Embedded

the nightmares only appear
when I wake from embrace
embedded in embodiment
I am gently lulled back

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/26 & 04/27 – completed at 4:39 am est

Vignettes

I don't paint masterpieces
I sketch dreams
as dreams sketch me
a seed planted in chaos
blooming in breath
neck upon neck

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/23/2010 at 7:39 pm est

Preeminence

without intensity of stress
on the verge of unrest
with pulse and blood
pumping in rhythm
walks turn into skips

children smile in unison
at caterpillars dressed in their finest
and grasshoppers singing silly songs
marching into colorful gardens
befit for a king

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/21/2010 in the late afternoon as the rain fell in perfection

Ligature

with each breath climbing behind shadows
among cobblestones of isolation
there is a lifting of pain and memories
where we ripen as fresh as the first day
and peel one another
with quickness and subtlety
resting against mind and matter
a fairy tale remains in touch


~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/20/2010 at 8:24 pm est

Morpheus Revisited

on a cold morning he came
surrendering a promise to keep
a delicate balance between
the life within and the life without

with soft words falling into pillows of delight
where dreams become the sustenance
of a posture to stand upright
and face the sun

bathing one carefully
kissing away all fears
and resistance to disorder

his being and his caress
are the tides of timelessness that roll in

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

Japanese Garden

butterflies flutter in circles
of incomprehensible stomach wings
they skip from stone to stone
with no tears shed
a gift from the unknown
lit by the brilliance of a lantern

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/18/2010 10:15 pm est

Concurrence

the whole universe fits into the palm of our hands
when the wind outside tosses about
and a window's mouth is nailed shut
there lies beauty
there lies sync
swimming in a sea of unsettlement

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/17/2010 5:29 pm est

Warmth

arrives unexpectedly tucked tightly
beneath a floral covered blanket
bringing back a huge picture window
threaded in a two room apartment
eating ice cream
momentarily freezing migraine and tummy ache
dreaming in a garden of earthly delight
on a warm spring night

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/15/2010 at 11:27 pm est

Sans

walked in twilight to take pictures
tripped over two purple tulips
so dark they rendered black
and there was no film to fit
in the palm of my small hand
took pictures, uncaptured

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/15/2010 8:09 pm est

Render

in coldness
the dormancy of decay
lies motionless
anxious to be picked
by warmth of fruition
wrapped in cloth
painted or sculpted
enlightened by touch

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 4/14/2010 at 10:34 pm est

Weeping

coiled around perfection
arms embrace an unattainable matter
materialized in the texture of tree bark

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/13/2010 at 2:51 pm est

Denmark

from the creator of sound to those who listen above
on or about the first to seventh floor
a young woman re-takes her final sponge bath alone
overlooking sky and playground
sedative in the soaking of a lifetime
all are pouring forth

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 03/11/2010 at 6:11 pm est

Camera Obscura

a transitive ache petrified in the poverty of a soul
pinned and pining by it's own pink translucent wings
the netting of nature in the necessity to procreate
a misconstrued ache abscessed in the pit of a stomach
nurtured by blue fantasy, a golden apple skips joyfully
nibbled stone to stone on a pleasant walk to the sea

~ Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/08/2010 6:35 pm est

Transitive

a blossom dreams
flowerless and fearless
refined and serene
speckled with occasional snores
graceful feet sticking out
the bottom of a sheet

a blossom dreams
flowerless and fearful
refined and diluted
speckled with tiny gray squares
waiting on transparent warmth
that has yet to arrive

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/07/2010 at 8:18 pm est
completed 04/07/2010 at 11:02 pm est

Dusk

I lay my head gently down upon the lap of the universe
receiving the nurturing of a lifetime under a cloudless ceiling
complacently resting with comprehension and connotation,
wordless and listening, caressed by hands of the unknown,
momentarily entering hearth and home, pre-existence and eternity.

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/06/2010 10:23 pm est

Reminiscence

threaded in pink shards of identical disposition
smearing blue and purple frosting about
dirt freshly stained upon glowing modesty
a lightness of being walks in unison
accumulating a buzzing sound scape
admiring the phenomenon of nothing

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/05/2010 11:29 pm est
photo of "my niece" taken the morning of 04/04/2010

Spring Equinox

a hex climbing on grandma's hammock, turned upside down, a lashing aground, an arm bruising and a twist of wrist

a crawl back up, eyes quickly fading in sunlight and shading, staring up skirts of newly budded trees

a rake standing stiff as if human would, sharp toothy grin, bird house screwed on chest and mailbox glued on torso

a soul that has eviscerated all insides, as eyelids finally close into lost existence and pleasant doze

a jump from purple flower to purple flower, tiny hand holding the other of an unknown lover, we dine and gaze

a worm shouting below in the distance of worm infested worlds, weaving from one dirt pile to another

a woodpecker tapping on deciduous tree, the woodpecker engulfs us, the worms surround us

a fire smoking ribs with frothy beer, children exchange toy swords; and I, in my head, half dead


~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/04/2010 throughout the evening
photo taken 04/04/2010 in the morning
poem edited 04/04/2010 10:15 est
poem trimmed 04/10/2010 8:54 est

Stripling

in the flickers of their eyes
and celerity of their movement
hiding seek against the wind
I am ten going on ten
reliving unambiguously
amid monstrosities of trees
dancing in unblemished unison
toes twinkling in moonlight
capturing barefooted beams
an incessant iridescence
innately reborn and adorned in red

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

written 04/03/2010 1:51 am est

Lullaby

from the first day of winter birth, a ghastly veil has been in trail, begging to be nurtured into nuptials of another kind

a Korean monk once mentioned in a most discrete manner of the very same unearthly creatures creeping and craving about

be it simple cerebral epilogue with silk cord tracing an inevitable stimuli, scented and sensed

or dreams beyond an incomprehensible universe and delicate existence residing in the petals of a subconscious rainbow

regardless of all, imaginary, actuality, humanity, birth, life, death, pain, joy, sex, love; there is but one single unexplainable driven source

and within, fatigued, unsettled, unstrung; I surrender eternally to a nightly cradle rocking by soothing shadow who gracefully bathes me in the sun

~Emily Loren Moss Ferrell

started 04/01/2010 8:05 pm est
completed 04/02/2010 4:05 pm est