Two Divided
Standing in the portal of your passing,
I feel the breeze from yesterday—
A sweet breath keeps rhythm,
joy and sadness mixed intravenously
in hope and resignation;
a paradox of time and being
love and sorrow.
The sting is left against all will,
and two are divided,
Mother and child—
ã CMM 2012
Agatha’s Full Moon
new moon,
hidden moon,
full moon not seen…
the night,
You left just out of sight
under the stars gleam…
While here
You hid your tears
Under a southern moon beam…
always in your heart
You danced from the start
a full moon, only you had seen.
© CMM 2012 
Poet’s Plight
Yeats in his epitaph does say,
chiseled in the stone of gray,
If there is one left to cry,
“horseman pass me by.”
Trojan men painted clones,
equestrian power, chiseled stone.
“Oh, steed,” the poets cry,
witness to the final sigh.
The pen, the ride, united quest,
invites you near as their guest.
But, when the final blow does come,
please leave in open run.
And I will in spirit lope to see,
all the poets following me.
© CMM 2011
Sunrise
Following
time, sunrise and sea,
mauve skies hold epiphany.
Just within the placid
bright breaking light,
a seaman ventures from
the night—
Calm the ocean
waves seem still,
a first-light glimpse
a day surreal—
© CMM 2011
Eagle and Child Inkling 