Eagle and Child Inkling

Tears

Round

and

warm,

falling softly with

emotion. To come with plenty,

only to quickly go away. The taste is

as salty as the sea; the nature as unpredictable,

understood only by you. It is not your duty

to carry the burden, nor light of joy.

Moist blessing to each of us—

You are important,

You are

Tears.

copyrighted: CMM 1998
Awarded: Honors, Fields of Earth Symposium
Cape Fear Writers

September 23rd, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Pantry

Keeper of my pantry,
throw away my key.

For this is to be kept,
and only for me.

Preserving the fruits
of love are here.

Seasoned just right,
so they would be near.

So keeper of my pantry,
throw away my key.

So no one would enter,
but God and me.

copyrighted: CMM 1998

September 23rd, 2013 Leave a comment Growing up in the South eagleandchildinkling

Early Fall Morning

Sitting quietly at my desk,

the cool breeze from Autumn’s start

and the warm summer’s rest…

In awe as song bird breaks silence

tunes the mind in quick reply

feeling my soul start to comply…

copyrighted: CMM 2010

September 22nd, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

9.11 Remembered

The moment within good and evil

has no time or space.

The yes or no, the right or wrong,

stares down decision ‘ s face.

It flew upon a twisted hope

with promises untouched.

The well spring was rooted up

and covered by evil ‘ s rut .

The moment quietly waits

around the fate of death’s will.

History changed because of a few,

the whole world lay in still .

A pause before the precipice ignored,

a cry from time will not erase.

What comes but from the moments world-stage,

the deepest part, the darkest place.

September 11th, 2013 1 Comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Forgotten Poem

I wrote a poem yesterday,

I don’t remember the words

Or what it had to say.

I scribbled it and jotted down

upon old paper

I picked off the ground

Writing quickly so not to forget

It came flowing

The sonnet set.

I found a place

Behind the books

Stuffed it where no others look

Later I promised I would read

The poem of the heart

A now forgotten seed.

September 6th, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Sassafras

An ole’ tree, yawning in the ground,

grown deep in the slow south.

Children back then knew it to be

sweet in taste and sugary in tea.

While old black pots were stirred all day,

seasoned with grounded leaves of sine quo non.

to make that jambalaya to steam away

the colorful savor is still not gone.

Copyrighted: CMM 2004

September 6th, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Grandmother’s Handkerchief

Hanging on tiny pegs deep within the ole’

country store, filled with scents of Autumn.

The replica’s of the past preserved in rust

and weary wood lean against white wash walls.

There in the middle of the vast array of

yesterday’s wears and pickled pears

I looked over to see the wonderful

handkerchief made of white organdy.

I was without protest taken to a place

so long ago within a southern church.

With deacon pews made of hard wood

and curved at the ends where I sat.

Sitting next to my grandmother,

her scent of lavender and Jergens

Lotion, combined with the seasons

brought in from the open window.

The handkerchief was wrapped around

her fingers as they wove into one another.

Her hands laid in her lap of a homemade

dress, with tatting and laced collars.

Her thumbs were covered with the lace

handkerchief as she circled them around

and around, (as I watched), never breaking

rhythm the handkerchief would go.

The choruses were sung from ole’ gospel songs,

and the preacher would change his sermon about

one thing or another and the people would often come and go.

However, not this constant memory of

the organdy lace handkerchief with painted

flowers and lace on the tips always

in her hands, covering and keeping timing,

with timeless memory sitting next to Grandma…

September 2nd, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Wise Ole’ Owl

I looked up and something caught my eye,

It was a home I recognized way up high.

The wise ole’ owl was seemingly away,

so I did not linger, did not stay.

But, I shall return on some later time,

maybe I will visit, maybe we will dine.

However, until then I feel pleased,

I found the ole’ wise owl’s place of ease.

August 12th, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Childhood Tea

As I sit and drink my tea,

I think of you and I think of me.

How we laughed and how we played.

Sometimes cried, but always stayed—

close.

Sitting in a pile of sand,

pretending to be in a far off land.

Kings and princesses, knights with dress,

the sand we played became a mess;

staying closer.

These places within our minds,

these childhood days would always find,

a time called ‘all-our-own’.

These places with us, now we’re grown;

are keeping us close.

As we sat among shaded trees,

mud dried clothes and scabbed knees.

Sun glowing on our faces,

the reflection of playful traces;

growing closer.

The child in us soon to part,

always remembering in the heart;

Forever close.

Copyrighted: 2001 CMM

August 7th, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

Morning Break

The last lantern rusted from the salty sea,
corroded into white powder,
edges of thin paint lifting up
as time ornaments
faintly blinking
turns off.

In these moments
the albatross flies
and
seagull’s resonance….

@CMM

August 7th, 2013 Leave a comment Uncategorized eagleandchildinkling

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