I Will Never Forget
Touching the ground, wet grass, and still morning.
You lie beneath my feet, feet that feel as though
they are sinking into the very void of your presence.
Leaving barren ground to follow without you,
holy ground, hallow feelings of yesterday.
You do not exist in temporal tomorrows of living everyday.
I kneel, to keep from swaying in the feelings of uncertainty.
I want to lie and sleep near you, to feel you again,
A fragment of time, going and gone, and soon to be gone again,
I mix the moisture of the day with the moisture of my tears.
In the passing of life as I seek to find reason.
I bow my head to pray and feel the swelling of life and death
fertilize the ground inside my grounding so that I may never forget.
copyright: CMM 2012
Changing Tide (Haiku)
Crackle in summer heat,
wings that buzz
in frenzy speed.
Flying into light or dark
and fallen weed.
Oh summer insect,
oh bird of drought,
Your crescendo calls,
and in evening mounts.
© CMM 2012
Life of the Sea
speckled in cornfields of sharecroppers’ rent.
Barefoot little boys run the dirt rows,
tripping in mud puddles, stubbing their toes.
Seeking to buy fireworks, later to light the skies,
matching the sparks reflected, a twinkling in their eyes.
Nation’s birthday will soon see the fireworks blaze,
when steaming evening blossoms through dark summer haze.
Erstwhile colors will soar beyond trees,
for Amercans to watch, some kneeling on skinned knees.
His wild-eyes with amazement of holiday’s sounding,
the rainbow lights celebrating our founding.
When all that remains is gray smoke in the sky,
hearts and minds march to those whom have died.
Not only from one war, but many recast,
to give a scraped-knee child a country that will last.
copyrighted: CMM 2004
A Full Canvas
Your canvas is full,
Your canvas is the soul of,
It is fresh with water colors of scholars.
You now splash in the seas of wisdom.
You are laughing with the wit of joy
© CMM 2012 (dedicated to a friend and scholar; RIP)