Soft sounds count each breath with
clarity, mindfulness and motion.
Every swell erupts into hope, rises and falls
in fullness, leaving joy as a postscript.
Breathe in to fill three-quarters,
that which is left of a lung, a section
disappeared one sunny morning, a favorite
corner rendered useless by a scalpel.
Pushing air out even harder,
pain shoots down the spine,
suffocates the rib cage and the heart.
But the heart still loves, still smiles.
Life breathes in three-quarter beats,
arouses a heart to sing, a soul to pray,
a mind to dream. Invites love to play
under a delicious full moon.
Count the breaths. One. One-half.
How many birthdays, he asks.
Grandma, that’s a lot of birthdays.
A lot more to come, you say.
Smell a future filled with fresh air,
even in three-quarter beat. Hear the
sound of laughter, the voice of strength
residing in a cage meant to be opened.
Make songs with every breath when
air and music wed as one. Sing for
respite. Sing for hope. Sing for life,
notes attaching to the summer wind.
–Victoria Emmons, May 2017
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May · 20
The morning haze
About to emerge
In tandem with
Faith and courage
A light so bright
That eyes close
A kind of wonder
Sometimes a heart
Peers through a door
Hopes for tomorrow
And breathes anew
As solace for tears
A heart so strong
To the brim
Sometimes at dusk
Our grasp and
Forfeits sleep in
Favor of dreamy
—Victoria Emmons © 2015
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Jan · 11
Rescue me, mon ami,
from the debris of life
save me from the
threads that weave
my heart to yours
I need saving now and then
my head is tired and
my body aches for you
to save me some day
on your white horse
I’m not your Fairy Godmother
flying in and out of your life
to save you from yourself
I carry no magic wand
to make it all better
I can only offer one gift
my eternal love for you
wretched soul that you are
so rescue me, mon amour,
save me from myself
–by Victoria Emmons, © 2014
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Aug · 27
On the senior pages in my high school yearbook, the quote they chose to put under my picture is: “You can catch more flies with honey than you can with a fly swatter.” It was advice that my mother had always given us and I found that she was right. When kindness is shown, even to those who may not readily seem to deserve it, the reward is always with the giver. So I tried to be nice to everyone and I guess people noticed.
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Aug · 03