Burn more candles.
Read more books.
Think.
Feel.
Desire.
Listen.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale again.
–Victoria Emmons © Continue reading
Burn more candles.
Read more books.
Think.
Feel.
Desire.
Listen.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale again.
–Victoria Emmons © Continue reading
Love to no avail
like a salmon that
swims upstream
seeking eternity
Ever chasing
the golden ring
of life to
self-sustain
Leaping hurdles
and barriers
along the way
to nirvana
A journey that
never ends for
even once found
is often lost
–Victoria Emmons © 2014
Two by two
They enter the flow
Of oil and fumes
And bright red glow
At dawn’s fair light
They merge and bump
Until they retire
As food for the dump
–Victoria Emmons © 2014
Reach for your face
And you vanish
Into blank air
Your eyes
Black holes
Void of expression
Or feeling
What happened
To the crystal blue
The soft sweet love
That once radiated
Beneath detailed
lashes of expectation
And anticipation
–Victoria Emmons © 2012
The bowl is empty
No longer filled
Four kinds of chips
Nothing but crumbs
Guacamole with spice
A hint of adventure
Is now all consumed
Along with the laughter
Guitar music plays
Yet no real strings
Save for the bus boy
Who changes CDs
People chatter at the bar
Occupy the soft leather
That coaxes them in
at Happy Hour prices
A man with a smart phone
Awaits a pretty girl
To occupy his time
With sweet perfume
The music plays on
Pretends to be Spain
Portugal or France
Some other place
Ceviche arrives
As a trainee
Sets down a plate
On the covered table
A concierge eyes
The tiny shrimp
To assure they show
Their finest face
The bar is occupied
Lonely souls looking
For conversation and
A hint of worthiness
–Victoria Emmons © 2014
For nearly 30 years, I’ve been seeing the same optometrist. Well, not exactly the same doctor every time because there are several optometrists in one office. Sometimes I would see Dr. T. Other times Dr. C. The ladies at the reception desk were always efficient and friendly. I don’t recall any of them ever leaving in all these years. They just age, like me. I stayed with these eye doctors even after I moved out of town. I would trudge through commute traffic back to my old neighborhood to get my eyes examined or buy contact lenses. I liked my physicians and the service they provided. When I moved even farther away, I debated whether I should switch to a new physician who was closer to home. I still didn’t change. I continued to drive back over the hill for my doctor, even though it was very inconvenient.
So for three decades, I have been very loyal to my eye doctor. Do you think my doctor was loyal to me?
My insurance just changed to a new plan. When I asked my doctor’s office staff if they accepted the new plan, they said no. The staff was kind and said they would suggest to the doctors that they consider applying for the new plan. I was happy. When I called back to see if that had been done, they told me the doctors had decided not to accept my new plan. It’s not as though the plan is a poor one. It pays quite well compared to others. Adding a new plan was just too inconvenient for them, I suppose.
So where has loyalty gotten me? I was loyal to my physicians all those years. They were not willing to return the same courtesy. I will remember that in the future, doctors, and will simply change on a dime, kicking you out of my life whenever I feel like it.
–Victoria Emmons ©2014
What do you do in Suburbia
when the sky
turns rain time blue
at 2 in the afternoon
and the wind
blows the moss
horizontal for the first
time in months
and the trees
rub against
each other’s boughs
heralding a storm
and the hard, wet
sounds of rain
hit the asphalt
on your street
What do you do in Suburbia
when you wish
you had an Andrew Wyeth field
to run in, but
all you can see is
a concrete gutter
and 14 neat rectangles
of prescribed lots
when you strain to
hear the thunder
but your neighbor’s
mower drowns you out
and you look to see
sky and Earth touch, but you can’t
because TV antennae and dogs
let out to toilet are in the way
What do you do in Suburbia
wait until the cursed shower
hangs on every leaf
and disguises humankind
–Victoria Emmons © 1979
Vultures in the sky
Await the season of death
To prolong their lives
–Victoria Emmons, © 2013
It was late in the second set
before “Saturday in the Park”
finally rang out on stage.
I had waited all night
for that song.
Waited for you to show me a sign
that you were still there
in my life, in my heart.
Your sign finally came
in the form of my tears.
–Victoria Emmons, 2012
Stately skyscrapers
Stand tall in the breeze
Define an otherwise
Perfect day in the city
Rub my eyes to recollect
What used to be
Above the traffic and
Masses of humanity
Going about the day
As if no worries
Yet the greatest of
Tragedies about to occur