Listening


She was listening
voices around her unaware
she lies in waiting
she was listening
to the tears
the consolations
she was listening
when someone whispered
to her, I love you.
listening to the voices
leaving the room for a moment
and then she left…
Copyrighted:  CMM   2017

A Poem


 

 

If I wrote among the willows would the earth receive my tears ?

Would the roots gather moisture and return the pain of years ?

If I dry my tears with ashes and wipe my anguish with moss,

would the day seem less melancholy and the passing less a loss ?

Be with me a moment and  I will gather in the rain

All the earth of my humanity and the lightening of my pain …

copyrighted:  CMM  2014

I Do


If I could walk among your shadows,

but I can’t.

If I could but know your footsteps in your trail,

instead I am lost.

I read your final letters to catch insights from you,

I am left with questions.

I look through your archways of cover words,

I no longer feel protected.

I barefoot my thoughts onto the cold marble of time,

and  morose  sensations are all I feel.

No one asks permission to enter our lives,

or permits death in order to leave.

It just all is, and you are certainly gone,

you said in time no one would remember,

I do.

Dedicated to a friend who lost his battle with cancer.
©   CMM  2011