Summer Dreams
Summer Dreams
A little boy sits quietly at his desk
the summer breeze blows the curtain
from the window pane.
the summer breeze blows the curtain
from the window pane.
He has become unaware of the snapping of the clothes
on the line from the hot dry Midwest breeze.
The distant trains breaking
the sounds as they clack through town.
He fingers his baseball glove, following his imagination,
of diamonds that glitter from home runs,
and glistens from sunsets after loaded bases.
The smell of leather takes him to locker rooms,
sounds of cheers with
the snapping of the baseball bat hitting the ball.
Symphony sounds that make up dreams
that feed the body and soul of the little boy
at his desk, freckled face…looking past.
Past the ‘hopalong cassidy’ lamp sitting on his desk,
past the plaid sheets spreading his bed,
past the books that pile in waiting for homework.
He imagines all sounds real with promises;
“What a homerun that was!”
“What a pitcher I am.”
Swirling winds of dreams of a little boy
at his desk, in his room…
in the Midwest, dreaming baseball.
copyright: 2000 CMM
(dedicated to a friend who dared to dream)
RIP April 2012
Pelicans Wake
Pelicans faint notice
line in ordered flight.
Close above the morning feast
at the close of night
Daybreak glow wakes them dine
gliding over quiet seas.
Rippled tides bring divide
food beneath the table please.
Blended pastels, sounds rise
before the world wakes.
The wings of the pelican
glides over morning’s take…
Copyrighted: CMM 2005
A Visit
I walked slowly over to see your name,
the ground was wet, the carpet now laid
A Visit
It has been six months since I was here,
the day of your interment I hold dear.
No headstone has yet been set,
your little sign has your name erect
A holy ground I pause to kneel,
it feels like church, the moment unreal.
I know they say, you are not here,
but, the truth is, your intimacy I feel.
For all in this world that was a part of you
lays in shroud below the morning dew.
Pinning the roses I brought today
I remember the flowers I sent Mother’s day.
A lifetime ago, a year has passed, so quickly now,
I place your roses on the dew, above your shroud.
Copyrighted: CMM 2012
Bird House Tree (haiku)
Tree beside the sea,
carries the dead and houses the free,
strange dichotomy…
copyright: CMM
Letting Go
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.
© CMM 2004
I Do
If I could walk among your shadows,
but I can’t.
If I could but know your footsteps in your trail,
instead I am lost.
I read your final letters to catch insights from you,
I am left with questions.
I look through your archways of cover words,
I no longer feel protected.
I barefoot my thoughts onto the cold marble of time,
and morose sensations are all I feel.
No one asks permission to enter our lives,
or permits death in order to leave.
It just all is, and you are certainly gone,
you said in time no one would remember,
I do.
Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with cancer.
© CMM 2011
Wet Lands
The fiddler crab reached from under,
while grass grew from standing water.
Trees a century old hang over,
just off from dry Civil War mortar …
The quiet fields now left remain
and bridges cross to link the past…
Seagulls just off the ocean’s break,
haunts the memories that will last.
May we have a gentler time
and never to return to cause such grief;
I walk on through the battle field,
to return back from the sun’s relief.
Copyrighted: CMM 2011
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Together
Fireworks
sky lights in the night
colors of red, white and blue,
friends of a lifetime me; you.
copyrighted: CMM 2011
Life of the Sea
Rushing
towards me in rhythm
pushing, pulling in tides
of undertow and strong currents.
I rest, for the tides of my soul
are brought into the life of the sea.
Copyrighted: CMM 2011
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