Time
Over a hundred
years this building has survived,
the moon more; I am the visitor …
Spring Equinox
Spring Equinox
Chatter of the first spring bird just outside
My open window…
The frost still rides on the quiet early evening
Lingering with a cool breeze…
Feelings of the season changing
Sweeps across my senses…
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Professor Doo-Wop
Happy Birthday
PROFESSOR DOO-WOP
Your music stopped today,
the doo-wop of the music box.
Professor from the era of the
60s and 70s.
You decided to say good-bye,
quietly without notice.
The songs no longer find
you to lullaby your soul
of rock and roll…
Your smile, and quick wit,
your philosophy of time.
Your reasonings are now silent,
only in your books.
You the mastery of words and oratory,
is quiet now with the echoes of memories,
the music, the readings, the author.
I don’t understand why time closed
your chapter…
© CMM April 6, 2012
Youthful Wish
Blarney stone that must be kissed,
upon the young secret wish.
Leprechauns hide in the trees
Equinox calls winter’s eve.
Promising a rainbow’s gold,
tales of Gaelic undertake old.
Celts beckon their clover green,
caftan plaid skirts the genome.
Threnody hushed from the past…
renaissance wishes forever last.
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Remembered
An hour of time,
a lifetime,
a pause,
a moment,
a second,
memories
measured,
by who
remembers
the times…
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Wind
The wind whispers
Calling softly
Like a mistress
To her bed
Swaying branches
Dance as the storms
Tempo moves into
An Evening of mystery
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Rain
It is the rain
Sweet sound
Gentle drops
Of morning
It is the rain
And it dismisses
The winter snow
The harsh ice
It is the rain
It is promise
Spring will be
Soon
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Happy National Women’s Day
Please if you have time, read and share my publication for National Women’s Day
http://www.agathos-international-review.com/issue8_2/14.CHRISTINE%20McNEILL-MATTESON.pdf
Ash Wednesday
Silent prayer,
Read aloud,
Keeping me
in a spiritual shroud.
Ashes wet,
Incense burned
the blessing given,
the sacred urn.
Oh the swirling of deafness
Inside my head,
I did not hear
One prayer said.
I only heard your voice
In the songs,
the missing of you
where you once belonged…
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I feel your presence
I feel your trust.
Read aloud,
Keeping me
in a spiritual shroud.
Ashes wet,
Incense burned
the blessing given,
the sacred urn.
Oh the swirling of deafness
Inside my head,
I did not hear
One prayer said.
I only heard your voice
In the songs,
the missing of you
where you once belonged…
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I feel your presence
I feel your trust.
Christine McNeill-Matteson, copyright: 02/2015 Published by, Agathos International Review Humanities and Social Sciences,2069-1025 (Print); 2248-3446
