A Poem


she pauses, you are lucky,

(not that you did not earn it)

she corrects herself

I turn pause, and hold my tongue

Regrets, old people are so full

of melancholy , anger and antagonism

looking about, comparing

sniffling into the past choices

trying to eliminate the differences

from the closest to them

at all cost wanting the tally

to be even or the same

Time is a teacher of the cruelest

yet we wear it through life

thinking it can be silenced

until all is taken, the voice becomes

louder, and louder without remorse

Copyrighted:  CMM  2017

I Run


I talk myself into my run

one foot in front of the other

climbing upwards challenged

laboring a little

just enough to remind me

my humanness

I pass birds calling

aged trees standing still

among the wood line

while wild brown-eyed susans

wink in sway with a soft wind

a wind I need to release me

I do not stop until the trail ends

copyrighted:   2017 CMM 

Running with Pegasus


 

Mounting Pegasus under morning night,

we take to wings of running flight.

Among stars and constellations,

entered in morning night.

A falling star drops just ahead,

a silent wish is quickly said.

Into the mystic morning show,

Pegasus and I have nothing to dread.

Heralded by seagulls awaking,

the birds in faint light start taking.

To song and flutter as we pass,

all a part of the morning making.

This runner’s flight crossed into light

from a mystic morning flight.

Pegasus and I ride into red glow

dripping sun just in sight.

copyright: CMM  2010