The Path
Wet morning sand stick to my feet
while brown seaweed breaks into my path.
I travel to my beginnings toward the sea.
Watchful without pretention or notice
sounds of waves crashing and wind blushing
past me, as I step into the path.
On the shores morning and evening meet always.
Reflection of all time before me, and after me,
will continue long after my footprints are no longer
wet to my feet; deep into my path.
Copyrighted: 2016 CMM
Another Place
I walk upon the canvas
the gray and green elephants
walk around me.
Always in dimensional lights
of bright and then dim
the gathering of familiar faces
was all that I could see.
I look to see upstairs to find
and you were not there.
I continued down the stairs
the face of your adversary
standing fatter and pompous.
A distant call was hung into space
I heard the gritty sound of ignorance,
I heard the sound of disgrace.
I never saw but knew.
I asked this fatter one where,
where were you?
He turned to another and gave directions
I could no longer contain the pain,
as I beat upon his chest and
cried with years of disdain…
Copyrighted: CMM 2016
Midnight Sea
Midnight and the sea and wind plays just inside the moon.
Beacons flicker on the horizon to remind the sea the ships wait until morning light.
Unseen Artist’s brush sweeps white froth clouds against a midnight sky.
The poet listens to the wind’s promise to bring a rain shower to lead the dance.
The dust of the day , the worry of tomorrow finds a journey into a healing crescendo.
Copyright: 2016 CMM
Invitation
let’s have a conversation
no, not a wish list to reply
let’s go somewhere and listen
we can laugh or we can cry
let’s stop and say nothing
or just smell the air around
let’s have a conversation
or never make a sound
what is really of value
is you are here for me
and I am always seeking
to have a conversation
a time to sit and be…
Copyrighted: CMM 2016
Whispered Prayer
Produced/written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson
Music Composed /Performed by: Kip Haaheim
Vocalist/ Katie Bieber
Fallen Color
Seasons golden, rustic colors
shed from the aged old tree.
I lean in against the scaly bark
smell the age of autumn’s passing
I feel the leaves falling freely kaleidscope
around the warmth of the breeze.
I step gingerly at the base of roots grounded by time,
pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.
Feeling the gifts of nurtured ground and holy soil
a symphony of change begin to swell.
I am brought to the awareness of time,
and the treasures it bares.
© CMM 2015
Vineyard V
The past did reign , tears
left stain, and the wine flows in
aged apology…
© CMM 2015
Castello de Amorosa
Vineyard IV
Diverse rich molten soils
erupt into twisted hope
with grape-bulging vines…
© CMM 2015
Napa Valley
Among the Stars
A Dream
white moons hang next to one another
bringing heaven’s presence and earthy observer
to notice…
Hanging like large bulbs lighting existence,
closer and closer they merge into one light
colliding …
looking across the way into the darkness
the moon dust falls light on a field of magnificent emerald
green elephants…
they move as though dancing without music,
gracefully they silhouette around the other
peacefully moving…
again I look upon the heavens and the moons
have separated again, white light emerging
toward the other…
cataclysmic they collide once again,
burst into a million stars
the heavens reflect…
Christine McNeill-Matteson
June 2015
Eagle and Child Inkling 