Standing There (Veteran’s Day) 11.11.19


I saw him there standing in line
Camouflaged, uniform pressed.
He stood with quiet confidence
and patience like the rest.

I watched him, as he didn’t know
I stood in the corner quiet.
Thinking young men like him,
fighting in the night.

I tried to envision his young face,
brown with all the sand.
Covered from the desert hills
holding a gun in his hand.

There I stood, even watching more
as he responded to the clerk
Then I thought of soldiers like him
digging holes for beds at work.

I stood there in reverence,
although he did not see.
Trying to understand the core
who volunteers for me.

I watched and on his face I saw
many who stood there too.
It wasn’t just one soldier in the boots
but many who fit his shoes.

I lowered my head and felt the moment
of the ones who already died.
The children, the loved one, left behind,
buried in pillows to cry.

He turned, a stranger all the while
and tipped his hat to go.
I prayed a quiet prayer and looked
up, smiled and said hello.

Leaving through the open doors
I was left with only my thoughts.
There is a force out there in our youth
a force that has fiercely fought

It is made up of the young and strong at heart
and trained to combat the wars.
The American soldier, with iron hands
and a kind heart that keeps no scores.

Copyright: CMM 2000

Autumn Love


Aurora



Chilly


Sunset


The sea whispers

Breath comes in and then out

In a distance it sweet roar

Crescendos in a swell

Of soft breeze travels through

I feel tranquilizing sleep

We try to linger in the unknown

We are just too human

So I fall asleep with feelings

 

Copyrighted:  CMM  2019


“There is a Voice: Woman to Woman, Poet to Poet”


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A Tea on Me


It was ours, “A tea on me,”

a message sent.

a time soon spent,

remembering …

Heart full ritual.

Oct 26-  2011

I Belong


 

There are places where I walk  not to be noticed.

While other places I blend in crowds and smile.

There are places I fear to walk  without stumbling

Other places I only stay for a while.

But, there is one place I know I belong

It is constantly changing around me.

The place of cool calming waters,

This place is called the sea.

 

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