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
We Were There
We were there
quiet without notice.
I brought you along ,
we discovered each other
in my silent memory.
We smiled, we felt the sea.
The sunrise kissed us.
Sea played sounds crashing
into our souls.
We were there, you and me.
I took you with me
To the sea …
copyrighted; CMM 2017
She and the Sea
Her soul needed refreshing
she returned to the sea
when the waves came, her troubles leave
her hair played with the wind
her smile swept across her face
she felt the universe give back her grace
early morning from darkness to light
rise into colors of orange, pink, reds
she nodded and watched, no words said
Her soul needed refreshing
she returns always to the sea
where the waves come, her troubles leave
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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…
©Christine McNeill summer 2004
(dedicated to Jonathan the most wonderful
son )
Silver Sea
Silver lights surround fallen beams cast from summer’s full moon.
Sea is quiet and spreads like a lover in waiting for the ones-to-notice, to linger.
Linger we do, in the dust showered in the reflections of the midnight visit.
Women of generations, sit upon sands that are older than time itself,
Gathering thoughts of times to come, and times that passed as wisdom lingers.
Lingering in moments of contemplation, waiting to be heard.
© CMM 2012
(Dedicated to my Mother )
haiku
Haiku
Salty Swells arrive,
tide splashing, rocky shoreline
lone poet stays watch…
Copyrighted: CMM 2000
Light House
The Light House
I dared to climb
this Baldhead light
with stones and only stairs
The rickety stairs
the rackety sounds
was I brave enough to dare
Her open belly empty
from years gone by,
smelled dampen, musky old.
The ripened stilted wood stairs
went on forever,
dirt and mossy mold
One height, two
the stairs went on
ceaseless they seemed to grow
Two height, three
the rickety sounds,
the top, where did it go
Four height, five
reaching into the sky
I could only see more ahead
Six height, seven
Light has appeared
Given way from the feeling of dread
Finally when all seemed
hopelessly high,
the light reached atop
Globe, the bulb
the watchful eye,
we had summit the final stop
The island was seen
from miles around,
with sea in each direction
From fields and houses
beaches and mounds,
the island of varied sections.
We left the Baldhead Island
that day, sensing the past
and the sights
But the beauty one
could not see, were times gone
of channel lights
sailors and seamen
who knew when she signal
they were home and soon a shore
The welcoming of
the Baldhead Light
given safety; we ask no more.
Christine McNeill
© Summer 2004
Seagull’s Flight
Soaring, turning, down
mystic light,
breaking on wings
he glides in sight.
Calm the sea, she swells
in morning.
Seaman throws cast
of warning.
Copyrighted: CMM 2011
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