Sunrise
Following
time, sunrise and sea,
mauve skies hold epiphany.
Just within the placid
bright breaking light,
a seaman ventures from
the night—
Calm the ocean
waves seem still,
a first-light glimpse
a day surreal—
© CMM 2011
Blarney Stone
St. Patrick’s Day in coming soon—
The blarney stone that must be kissed,
upon the young and old secret wish.
As leprechauns hide in the trees
Equinox calls for winter’s eve.
Promising to find a rainbow’s gold
while tales of Gaelic undertake of old.
Now the Celts beckon their clover green,
caftan plaid skirts give away the genome,
Threnody hushed from the past…
as renaissance of wishes forever last.
© CMM 2013
A Lovely Star
What a lovely star I saw, just before the dawn,
large and bright in morning light twinkling out so far
I questioned if it was a plane and watched a while to see
it did not move this wonder star among the sky so darkly
I watched and thought, it could be one saying hi
One who passed on before, that now so far resides
I walked on for a while and relished in its light
Looking and watching and taking joy in Mars’ sparkling sight
I had to go back inside and get ready for the day
But I knew as the sun did rise, the star was never far away.
© Copyrighted: CMM 2014
Eternal Rose
Keats spoke of a rose and how it would not wilt.
This rose came only once and was not made of silk.
PIcked among a garden this one unique rose,
taken from the thorns, this flower she chose.
Sat upon his desk, and nurtured from the stems,
drenched in water, cut in a vase, and looking back at him.
He called the rose loveliest of any in his fences,
this rose compared to others, they had no defenses.
However the secret of this rose was not from one attending.
The secret of its beauty was truly from its sending.
This rose he said was more because a friend gave way,
now the beauty of the perfect rose was given to him today.
Swelling powdered scents flowed in the house and settled,
crimson velvet sculptured rose, green stem among the petals.
Beauty in its temporal form in nature’s moment bloomed,
eternal rose, deep within was nurtured to the tomb.
copyrighted: © CMM 2004
Love According to Shakespeare
Shakespeare in his bloomers svelte
wrote of love and how he felt.
Yet he seemed to be confused
even in his witty muse.
He loved a lady fair with scarlet,
yet he often referred her harlot.
He loved a young male of letters wrote,
but begged him times a sorrowful note.
His mind of genius and of words,
repeated times are often heard.
In plays and sonnets and in verse,
thespians memories do rehearse.
So goes his thoughts of madness,
the soulful writer’s joy and sadness.
A Valentine’s Day of day’s remembrance
seek out your own Shakespearean semblance.
Copyrighted: 2007 CMM
Photo Copyrighted: 2003 CMM
(Dedicated to my son, and his Shakespearean Studies)
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