Unhappy Winter Dreams

Oh those dreams that come as seasons shift bringing winter winds to our windows to disrupt our desires with their own.  It is when these dreams shift too that I start life in a Minor Key.  The carpet of gold leaves blows away showing the destruction of the year beneath.  My dog does not linger in the outdoors.  Poets love the melancholy proving me no poet.  I want the light to fall from the chalice of the Universe spilling over every day.  I want the splatters to shine in the dark matter that eludes us except as a glue from image to image.




About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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