Tag: #poetry

Sehnsucht

My baby just cares for
liveliness!

During my underwater adventures,
I used to…
Now, I fantasize about finding
the right somber adipose cells
of unicorns,
the sorcerous binding –
I’m yearning for my narwhals!
Warm, fat, liquid,
at home,
at peace.
But I’ve recently taken the Promised Land
(situated on the iconic seafront)
On a lifetime lease.
Jolly good!

©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Wayne Levin –

Regeneration

Clockwork heart, roaring heart,
come sit by thine fire –
Terrible Eden
hatches now and then
and Grace unstrings the lyre.
The Sublime
never existed
before your stubborn Kind,
and transient thoughts
seemed thrilling –
but all it takes is Softness
(in my chest)
and all the world
stays willing.
Marvel-heart, leeway-heart,
Come sit by
Our Fire.
©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Kristamas Klousch –

Séance

get flesh, eat flesh –
years later, years ago
we furnished this house with hundreds of fireflies,
we stained our darkest corners
with ember hearts that glow.
Nevermore shall I deplore
the terror,
the mist when we divided afterlife –
it’s proper, darling
to abandon error
as soon as you decide to cease thy strife.
We’re cannibals – they say,
as if it’s horrid.
<<We’re lovers>> – we respond,
as if we care,
but reveries are sound and dreamers lofty
and hearts are on the menu rather rare.
Get flesh, eat flesh
of the departed,
of those who come to life,
of those who grow –
We’re cannibals, I thought
before we started
to dine in our house
where bodies glow.

©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Leni Riefenstahl for The Sunday Times, 1974 (photograph depicting Mick Jagger and Bianca Jagger) –

 

What makes you tick

The burgeoning ethos of drifting fairies
In limited bodies; a spark that carries
The satisfied ways of disturbing genome –
Are these the things that resemble Home?

Amidst the glorious, chanting stream
In search of anything, my void is supreme,
I’m patching footprints over the wasteland,
The world stops nowhere, just as I planned.

What makes you tick and why is it dazzling?
Why is your heart still ancient and puzzling?
Faith is my opulence and I am squandering,
There’s magic everywhere, but it is tottering.

As I turn my head in every direction,
My peculiar heart utters affection.
We sit together
And we know why we live
All alone.

©2016 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Victoria Reynolds –

Throwing confetti: we’re blessed

everything is at ease…

Mother and child
have promised to become estranged,
the weaned affection is similar,
yet the charts are fermented and changed.

They shall not grieve, but celebrate
any brief sorrow
on the way –
That’s the proper guide!
Under the heart, they are intimately
side by side.

Devotedness is to fulfill
an eternal assignment:
Mother suggested to
Take a leap of faith and witness interiority –
it’s vibrant!

…in the fullness of time

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Erwin Olaf –

Exit

Outside,
the cosmic birds are deliriously chanting –
the desert is raving, the dreams are expanding.
It’s 876564341 p.m.
and a little trouble occasionally unveils
the changing refinement of the heart,
the weight
of its glorious tales.
We are now midway
and this is the point of no return:
It’s our job to catch fire
And Their anguish to burn.
The rush of getting back keeps us going-
It’s our job to catch fire
for these Hearts to start glowing.
Red-hot charts –
Depicting hearts,
We’re navigating
Home.

©2015 Emmah Toris
– Image courtesy of Gottfried Helnwein –