like emily - a poem inspired by her writing

"to watch a creature that has been underground"

"because like many other hopeful debutante they have been hoaxed

and hocused-pocussed"

because there's always time to waste

and never some to focus

because we miss to many mornings being tired

too many nights being weary

we delve many deluge in delusion

and we pour days being hot

never soaking up the falling leaves

only wondering when they'll stop

til the sweat drops down our foreheads

and we numb into release

the time for contemplation

was passed by a few weeks



i'm too busy

i'm too tired

and he never returns my calls

in my absence i am missed

and missed by life and awe



when the trees are naked

and the skies clammed grey with doubt

we can wonder why we move about

and why we dress in clout

i think i'll care more for finding a serious occupation

when wars and hunger don't streak across our nation

am i missing the point

in trying to find it

and ignoring the faces

who line up beside us?



and when courageous artists rip

holes in the iron curtain

we can ask ourselves,

well was it worth it?