Organized Ramblings - A Collection of Poems
Organized Ramblings
A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich
April 29, 2017
7 Ways of Looking at a Tree
I
Home is where the heart is
And here there are many hearts
And many homes
II
Tiny raindrops collect
And drip
Drop
On the wide leaves
And the ground beneath
III
A vast network of roots
Reaches just as far below
As its branches reach above
We may be walking on her
And not even know
IV
She gives food to many
With the selflessness of a mother
Even though they are not her kin
V
Necessary for creation
Of goods taken for granted
We walk on her
Build with her
And saw her in half
Over and over
VI
As much as we need her
We want other things more
And saw her off
Leaving her to fall
The earth weeps
VII
She is everything
But to us humans, she is seen as no necessity
Apparently
Though we may need her the most
What’s Inside a Heart
Whatever is inside the heart
Must be more than blood and veins
The inside must be ambitious
And determined
To keep pumping for so long
For what may be no real reason
Where the will to keep pulsing,
The origin
To keep our bodies moving comes from?
One can speculate, or point to science
Perhaps its vessel is what inspires it
Perhaps it lives vicariously
And feeds off of outward sensations
Of its home
It may be the truest
And strongest tale of devotion
To keep pumping
No matter what
Perhaps it is why people say
that it is simply love that is within the heart
Anxiety
A hurricane
The skies darken in my head
never simply a small rain shower
with just a few drops of worry
The skies darken in my head
Yet another night of torrential thoughts
with just a few drops of worry
I could carry on unscathed
Yet another night of torrential thoughts
plagues my existence, and holds me hostage
I could carry on unscathed
If it weren’t for the hurricane
Wildflower
I love the way he looks at me, as if I am a wildflower, beautiful and bold, true to my instincts and hopes and dreams, and the way that he does not stop me when I lose myself in aimless wanderings and dreams, but instead, holds my hands in his, and slowly, surely, tells me, that there is nothing in the world I cannot be, it is only me stopping myself. And I know this - that my lack of pursuit of these dreams is my only shortcoming - but in the end, it will be okay, because I am a wildflower, and wild I must be.