Haiku:
A stormy morning
Quiet through the troubled clouds
Nature is on display
@ copyright : CMM. 2018
“Walk Among the Brushes”
I hope you have time to read it. I am humbled with this one as I do believe so much came from places I do not understand and psychologist are trying to figure out.
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Literature and Art Studies
Christine
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
Home Coming
I go to the ocean
To listen
I go to the sea
To find the lost me
I go to the shores
To hear the waves pray
wet sand caress my feet
The wind to lift my hair
I go to the place
My beginnings to renew
Whirling around me free
I have missed you my friend; the sea.
Copyright: CMM 2016
Intelligence
Intelligence
Einstein played with imagination and sought
deep in reason, deep in thought.
No one to match his statistical mind
no one dead or alive, so far in time.
Mozart’s fingers crossed over the keys,
giving them melody and symphonies.
Practiced till his days were long
celebrated now in concert and song.
Freud who delved deep in the mind,
knew he had found the perplexed kind.
The id, Ego, and Super Ego distinct
put them together, the missing links.
Yet we look for original thought,
seeking harshly by scientist wrought.
Brilliant in their ways of thinking
only disappear among the sinking.
What is to say, what is smart,
if we only finish with what we start?
Or apply what is already known,
moving an inch from where its grown.
Time and space and Neanderthal man
has carried history from where it began.
Intelligent mind and the brain has grown,
yet still with intellect so little is known.
Copyrighted: CMM June 2007
He Came
As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
Copyrighted: CMM 2003
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