One hand

  reaches into the coppice

    of the climb becoming a part of

         snarled quest of upward journey, footing

                         finding leverage on levels first known.  The maladriotness

                                                                                    of my steps pull and

                                                                                                          slip

                                                                                    into the summit of life’s challenges,

                                                                                      I sit, basking in the victory not even            

                                                                                                            mine.

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Her voice comes across the phone

clanging as a metal barb against a fence.

One word answers with

rushing winds made of sighs

blowing over the phone.

Her thoughts expressed with words like a

runaway train, derailing before

it makes sense.

Falling into an abyss of anger

she loses grips of resentment

held trapped in her mind and

locked behind doors of valium

and antidepressants .

Clanging, jutting, she falls into

a repetition of words without thoughts;

the monotonous voice of insanity.

©   CMM  2012

To and fro…

We made love in the rain,

as history past,

Yet, for some reason we remain.

I look to other places.

You ignore the signs,

in spite of the traces.

Time has taken

Into the shadows

the charcoal outlines; the we.

CMM

A wake of hope carries the moon’s descent

to ride off from the cold sun of winter’s promise.

Is it the cold that slows the squirrel’s journey up,

or, their strife of yesterdays’ feast of stowed summers.

The nip of hope, and the sting from the unknown

stand as cold air in a windless day of frozen temperatures.

Yet, the move of the hours will re-ignite the heavenly stars,

biding rest, to the weary feeling full of the day’s survival.

©  CMM  2012

Speckled spaces of sparse

clouds, covered captures of

shadows as shining sunset

peers in private perfection.

Lowering lights of last

twilights tempting timing

calls carefully a christened

day of dreams and doubts.

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Touching the ground, wet grass, and still morning.

You lie beneath my feet, feet that feel  as though

they are sinking into the very void of your presence.

Leaving barren ground to follow without you,

holy ground,  hallow feelings of yesterday.

You do not exist in temporal tomorrows of living everyday.

I kneel, to keep from swaying in the feelings of uncertainty.

I want to lie and sleep near you, to feel you again,

A fragment of time, going and gone, and soon to be gone again,

I mix the moisture of the day with the moisture of my tears.

In the passing of life as I seek to find reason.

I bow my head to pray and feel the swelling of life and death

fertilize the ground inside my grounding so that I may never forget.

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affinity

sister and brother, growing,

trust in a lifetime

© CMM   2012