Emmy Horstkamp
I started a new series of poems called Mercury Transit. The poems explore the time after the end “death.” Each poem is written on a day using the words I’ve chosen for that day in my Storeyean poem.
Here is the poem for today No. 6
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This town looks like space prep - Hipster style.
Buildings marked - same below as above
Walking with a crowd zapped to forget,
what space idealist watches from dusty windows &
cracked concrete?
by Emmy Horstkamp 12/3/2024
It's not funny. They watch and talk and feel like they've lived life while watching someone through a camera.
Sitting still, they wait on foggy Monday mornings as the skies inspire the mallard to nest on the railroad rails.
by Emmy Horstkamp 11/3/2024
Alone.
Morning alarm, ringing twice.
Mist lingers on Thursday.
Miss the trains on time
other train suggested.
Ticket freedom - choose.
Out in the crowd, look, take a chance, go.
Moments passing, life alarms and black birds overhead.
A Mist rising, doors closing, sun beams relaying,
monday started.
Evaporating with morning, spring arrives,
Year's week nine.
by Emmy Horstkamp 4/3/2024
Next stop on the route,
Sky Blue - Black and Gray,
Train slowing to a stop.
by Emmy Horstkamp, commuter February 26, 2024
Moving forward, negotiating unhindered past the zone.
Impressions of breaking day - glinting the length of a passing train.
Time town jolting life beyond level 2. Unflinching - matter of a fact.
Determined changeless. People mechanical indifferent discharged.
by Emmy Horstkamp 13/2/2024
Consequences - take note - minutes till yesterday arrives.
Today is significant not a now and then.
Being here, now, for a second, is *instant*.
by Emmy Horstkamp 27/1/2024
Yesterday I slept early in the evening and then went to work to see if I would write more. I did not. So my best writing time is from four in the morning until nine.
Easy views filling the morning,
between east and south somewhere - eyeblinking.
Reach for today telling old willow phrases
in tempered tones.
By Emmy Horstkamp 27/1/2024
Moonrising past five
the day's window looking clear
watching people stroll.
by Emmy Horstkamp (1210 after deluge)
Writer and Poet 