Poetry

Lost Pen


“There you are,” having fallen into helplessness,

confusions,

lost in the pile of life’s debri.

I pick you up, dust you off,

dear old friend,

but don’t leave again…

I smile down at my long lost pen.

copyrighted: CMM August 2010

A Loaf of Bread


It was a loaf of bread,

a gift of love.

She struggled to say,

it is all I have.

Times were hard,

her family at risk.

She came to dinner,

from a dark abyss.

Picked as a flower

from spring she left.

Stormed in the winds

and soon was adrift.

It was a loaf of bread,

it was all she had.

she asked please

take it; quietly cried.

 

 

Copyrighted:  2018 CMM Publishers

In the Rain


I lost my friend under the rain

She and I use to run when we were young

We spoke of sweet hearts and dreams

sports and basketball

We shared french fries

Dr. Pepper and coke floats

She held the record for broad jump

and I was a forward

There were always  tomorrows,

until I lost my friend in the rain.

She let go one day in the rain,

it was suicide…

Copyrighted:  February 2018 CMM

Morning


flickering morning fire
quietly throws warmth
across the shadows

no sleep lifts me up
from my warm bed
to sit in the dark

thinking, weighted
yesterdays forge
into serenity

praying in resolution
knowing the day
will be full

 

copyright:  2017 CMM

Passing


All Soul’s Day, has come to past,

just in time to remind at last,

we are very temporary here

snow has fallen early this year

So as the day brings us to see

The souls and saints among the trees

Symbols passing in nature agrees.

Copyrighted : CMM  2017

Forgotten Poem


I wrote a poem yesterday,

I don’t remember the words

Or what it had to say.

I scribbled it and jotted down

upon old paper

I picked off the ground

Writing quickly so not to forget

It came flowing

The sonnet set.

I found a place

Behind the books

Stuffed it where no others look

Later I promised I would read

The poem of the heart

A now forgotten seed.

©  CMM  2012

Listening


She was listening
voices around her unaware
she lies in waiting
she was listening
to the tears
the consolations
she was listening
when someone whispered
to her, I love you.
listening to the voices
leaving the room for a moment
and then she left…
Copyrighted:  CMM   2017

Bunce Road


I remember the dirt drive laden in gravel just

off the main asphalt country road.

named after generations of people,

who came before me;

We called family.

I wonder how many trips were

taken in and out,

and for what reasons

as we came and went to this place;

we called home.

Generations of successors grounded

into the beginnings of a southern family.

Two world wars and aromas in the kitchen

with Sunday afternoon get-togethers;

everybody knew everybody

An echo of memories sounds into the tomorrows,

old becomes new and the new often forgetting

the once was, just off the gravel road

leading back to the circled drive grounded into a name;

for generations now forgotten.

©   CMM  2008

Knell Bell


Ash, fallen losing its form,

drifting to places—

Places once given to life

now void in the body.

Blemished leavings of

perfect love and life—

Spent time, celebrations

now void in the mind.

Consciousness

to awareness made up

of dreams and hopes,

now void in the soul.

The ticking of the clock,

the clanging echoing,

noises made in the senses,

now void in the hearing.

Spoken words of promise

of heart felt memories

devoted love forever—

now void in heart.

We have heard many

warnings, sounding often

in the distance, never noticed—

until we hear the ringing.

Knell bell

final sounding—

Echo without vibrations,

muted sounds, never heard; but felt.

copyrighted: CMM 2002

Summer’s Ending


summer’s ending
the leaves are drying
the wind is softer,
the heat subsiding
it is as if
they all agree
that summer’s ending
drop down your leaves
moisture is lost
the darkness takes hold
the larger birds balk
the mosquitos are bold
summer’s ending
I feel Autumn say
the days will be shorter
as limbs now sway
to welcome the Fall
stilled by the heat
it won’t be long
it is Autumn’s sweep.
Copyrighted:  2017  CMM