A tiny scream
Inside my head
Awakens me
From my bed
What thought say I
To none but me
What woes are there
Or dreams to be
What lies within
My gentle skin
What thoughts persist
When light begins
And thus is born
A year of pain
Of restless nights
Am I insane
–Victoria Emmons, © 2012
Is enough
Two too many
To find a date
To wait and wait
For him to state
His intentions
One lonely ticket
Two far gone
To hear a sound
Of my past life
With my old man
His favorite song
One is okay
Not two or three
Or even four
Just one
One lonely life
To hear the score
Of violins and
Saxophone dreams
A piano note or two
Blend the cacophony
Of life together
With a single tune
–Victoria Emmons, © 2013
Den of friends
Din of chatter
Ding of dinner
Gather and just be
Gather together
With each other
Or alone
In the din
Of joyous noise
Happy sounds
Lonely lives
Weary and wise
–Victoria Emmons, 2013
je souris et
je rigole
ce moment
d’ecstase
qui m’attend
à cause de toi
la vie est gaie
j’ai des amis
qui sont devant
et autour de moi
j’ai des amis
qui me protègent
tous les jours
et toutes les nuits
sais pas pourquoi
suis-je belle?
peut-etre jolie?
je parle langage
trop fleuri
de mauvais temps
je les aime
ces chers amis
dans ma vie
dans le monde
de tristesse
de très loin
lumière d’Algérie
qui m’écrit
de bons mots
d’amitiés
je souris et
je rigole
car la vie est
comme tu dis
mon cher ami
–Victoire, 2014
I am the sole guest
At my dinner table
No one to please
Save my own palate
The hour is late
As work takes over
On this holiday week
With no one to share
A Roomful of Blues
Plays Solid Jam
Awakening my soul
Soul of another kind
I scour cookbooks
For fresh recipes
Savor Gouda and gherkins
With a vodka chase
My kitchen dance begins
10 o’clock piano jazz
And smooth lyrics
To hide my fears
Let me love you, baby
He repeats throughout
A tune that will fade
As love fades, too, after a while
Butter sizzles in the pan
Hot pools of taste
Wait for the main dish
Washed and patted dry
Flour encases the fillets
Protects them from harm
Wish it were so easy
To protect me, too
Wrapped in flour
Browned and moist
Seasoned well over time
Sole Meunière survives
–Victoria Emmons, Copyright 2014
The doorbell never rings
As expected this Monday night
The steak is never grilled
Nor the wine poured
Baked potatoes are hot
Ready to devour with butter
And peas with lemon juice
Without the special guest
Anticipation nonetheless
Expectation and longing
Planning for days and
Preparation complete
Dress is selected
Pressed at the seams
Lipstick in place
Bouquet in a vase
The wait is endless
Count seconds on the clock
A Monday night promise
Tuesday morning tears
Take it away
My every breath
Never to return
You gave me life
Deepest hope
Beautiful laughter
Those words you sent
In a tiny box
Magnified our love
We were sixteen
Or so it felt
For a while
The many years
Months, days
And hours
Became nothing
More than minutes
Counting morphine
–Victoria Emmons ©2011
Three blue fives
Reconcile time
For the morning
Down the stairs
Follow green glow
To the kitchen
Red embers
Lighten the room
Draw me near
In the darkness
Inspire me to
Press new words
Cats follow
Interrupt thought
Cries of need
Feed the hungry
To satisfy
And fulfill
Flash of red
Dull warning
Signals light
Renew thought
An addiction
To e-mail
–Victoria Emmons, 2009
Palm trees wave at dusk
Blue backdrop to the stage
Backdrop to my memory
Of hits from the 70s
Graying heads bob
In rhythm to the music
Songs behind our minds
From a former time
A single lighter flame
Waves back and forth
Keeping time with
Familiar melodies
Others follow the lead
Of a digital flame
A sea of mechanical fire
Erupts in unison
Cheese on our knees
Share a Cabernet
Stars in the sky
Planes fly to SFO
The crowd is relaxed
So easy and free
Nothing less than
A three-song curtain call
Claps and whistles abound
An old man wearing a hat
Dances with a slender blond
The night’s still young
–Victoria Emmons, 2014
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