Bird House Tree (haiku)
Tree beside the sea,
carries the dead and houses the free,
strange dichotomy…
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Letting Go
We have walked into
our beginnings
as far
as we
can go—
Now the sea calls us
each
to our purpose,
all that is left
is to
climb.
© CMM 2004
I Do
If I could walk among your shadows,
but I can’t.
If I could but know your footsteps in your trail,
instead I am lost.
I read your final letters to catch insights from you,
I am left with questions.
I look through your archways of cover words,
I no longer feel protected.
I barefoot my thoughts onto the cold marble of time,
and morose sensations are all I feel.
No one asks permission to enter our lives,
or permits death in order to leave.
It just all is, and you are certainly gone,
you said in time no one would remember,
I do.
Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with cancer.
© CMM 2011
The Last Poem
(written by a friend who lost his battle with cancer)
(RIP Jan. 2011)
I have started to cry
causing tears up over my eyes,
but few come out.
A silence spreads
a bit of waiting for new breath,
my face looks up again.
It passes,
tears wiped away,
it passes.
© July 17, 2009
Wet Lands
The fiddler crab reached from under,
while grass grew from standing water.
Trees a century old hang over,
just off from dry Civil War mortar …
The quiet fields now left remain
and bridges cross to link the past…
Seagulls just off the ocean’s break,
haunts the memories that will last.
May we have a gentler time
and never to return to cause such grief;
I walk on through the battle field,
to return back from the sun’s relief.
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Together
Fireworks
sky lights in the night
colors of red, white and blue,
friends of a lifetime me; you.
copyrighted: CMM 2011
Life of the Sea
Rushing
towards me in rhythm
pushing, pulling in tides
of undertow and strong currents.
I rest, for the tides of my soul
are brought into the life of the sea.
Copyrighted: CMM 2011
Twilight’s Run
The sparrow’s flight seems still against the wind,
as the buzzard’s wings-span soars in the skies that have no end.
Evening draws its shade of cool indigo among the grays,
the shuffling sounds my feet are paced in a cadence sway.
I struggle against the pull as up hill one foot in front of the lead,
knowing at the top I will breathe easier from the need.
A momentous time this lone and silence evening’s best,
without noise a red tail hawk seen on her nest.
Sun’s warm cast has faded into a twilight’s glow,
while in the course and across the ridge I still have miles to go.
Labored breath I listen, as though it is outside of me,
I glance, the late summer leaves shadows line the trees.
I continue on as miles left behind darken without sun,
appearing at the early twilight , the journey will soon be done.
Chilled with damp t-shirt and brackish coated skin,
I know the feeling only runners feel, when the distance soon will end.
© CMM 2013
Eagle and Child Inkling 