art

we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time

rusted planks of life
jutting out

feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign

we will understand how
little time we tout

until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered

I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth

even though the shifts
are tethered

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A silent morning

Reflection of just being

Feeling the before

© CMM

“There you are,” having fallen into helplessness,

confusions,

lost in the pile of life’s debri.

I pick you up, dust you off,

dear old friend,

but don’t leave again…

I smile down at my long lost pen.

copyrighted: CMM August 2010

flickering morning fire
quietly throws warmth
across the shadows

no sleep lifts me up
from my warm bed
to sit in the dark

thinking, weighted
yesterdays forge
into serenity

praying in resolution
knowing the day
will be full

copyright:  2017 CMM

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.

©  CMM  2012