Yeats’ Questionnaire
He thought it was anonymous
I dare say it was not.
For history, time, and well intent
His soul long gone, body has rot.
The pages now among the bards
in halls and glass for history.
They have displayed all your answers
for poets like me to read your mysteries.
Harvard and Cambridge so inquired
You trusted and did reply
But the disclaimer at the top
Time has now denied.
© Christine McNeill-Matteson
Aliens for Breakfast
The world of books
takes little boys
to know the
imaginary world.
Everything
impossible, and all magical
sits down to
play in pretend worlds.
copyright: CMM 2000
Waking
I hope I will always wake in tulip sunshine
among the fragrance of green grass
growing near flowing rivers
while breakfast sizzles in
cast iron skillets
with biscuits
on cobalt
blue
plates.
If this
goes away
in my memory
and leaves me for
another day in changed
places, I want to still wake
in tulip sunrise and still smell
the coffee brew to another time but let
not the reciting bobwhites forget to sound; so I will always remember.
copyright: CMM 2005
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