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Blue Moon and Orb


Blue moon and light of night

Coupled together just in sight

As Spring breaks from winter

As the cold still splinters

Heavy the air of fog and ice

seasons change the moon came twice

Silently I sit and listen

to morning signs, and sky still glistens.

Copyrighted ; 2018 CMM

Dragon Caper


The Dragon Caper

I run in flight

to get out of sight.

As the dragon and me

often flee

to my room all quiet.

He keeps through the night

safely and warm

always from harm

My dragon and me …

copyright , CMM. 2018

Just Before


Tempest ages of tales from lofts

of organs and replicas of saints.

Covered icons to express a time

quiet memories of prayers unsaid.

Whispered among the pews of

the faithful few, wanting …

humanity is deafened to creation.

Signs and wonders are fewer

as ages of hopeful hopeless.

Crossing always into a river of regret

it never matters if we are aware.

It is who we are as oneness,

it is who we are as togetherness

from the beginning, to the recognition

just before, just before the river of regret.

 

Copyrighted 2018  CMM

Women Before


The Women who taught me strength…

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If I could pick up the pieces

and build a bridge from me to you, 

we’d brush our hair with scents of yesterday’s living,

color our lips with stains of mauve secrets.

There would be miles of many years,

across miles of tears and sacred truths. 

We’d hang the railings with aprons tied together,

and our bras that covered our bosoms of nurturing souls.

Bridging over rivers from birthing beds wet with sweat and fluids from the womb, 

we would cry the storms with tears of sorrow, spring rains with tears of joy.

If I could pick the pieces of all our pain and build the hopes with the strength remain,

we would hear the chorus of all before us and harmony welcome  those to come.

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“My Apologies” — Rudyard Kipling 1932


 

Rudyard Kipling

"Master, pity they servant ! 
He is deaf and 3 parts blind.
He cannot catch thy commandments. 
He cannot read Thy mind. 
Oh, leave him not to his loneliness; 
nor make him thy kitten scorn.
He hath none other God than Thee 
since the year that he was born . 

Lord look down on they servant! 
Bad things have come to pass. 
There is no heat in the mid-day sun, 
nor health in the way side grass. 
His bones are full of an old disease-
his torments run and increase. 
Lord, make haste with thy lightenings 
and grant him quick release."
 —-Rudyard Kipling, ‘ His Apologies ‘ 1932


writing may be harmful to your health 😜📝

I Lost My Friend in the Rain


 

 


I lost my friend under the rain.

She and I use to run long distances

when we were young.

We spoke of sweethearts and dreams,

sports and basketball.

We shared french fries,

Dr. Pepper and coke floats.

She held the record for the broad jump

in school.  I played basketball,

I was a forward.

There were always tomorrows,

until I lost my friend in the rain.

She let go one day

leaning outside against her car in the rain,

it was suicide…

Copyrighted:  February 2018 CMM

 

 

Eternal Rose


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Keats spoke of a rose and how it would not wilt.

This rose came only once and was not made of silk.

PIcked among a garden this one unique rose,

taken from the thorns, this flower she chose.

Sat upon his desk, and nurtured from the stems,

drenched in water, cut in a vase, and looking back at him.

He called the rose loveliest of any in his fences,

this rose compared to others, they had no defenses.

However the secret of this rose was not from one attending.

The secret of its beauty was truly from its sending.

This rose he said was more because a friend gave way,

now the beauty of the perfect rose was given to him today.

Swelling powdered scents flowed in the house and settled,

crimson velvet sculptured rose, green stem among the petals.

Beauty in its temporal form in nature’s moment bloomed,

eternal…

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Ran under the lunar Eclipse this morning