Poem

Green Socks and Pink Sparkles


Her faithful wish each day

her green socks and pink sparkle shoes

Would always stay

On her feet looking down

She would see magic in her green socks

And sparkles all around

Her Mom would ask

Let’s take the shoes off for a while

It will help them last

The Princess looked away

Very surprised and shook her head

” no, thank you , not today”

CMM. © 2020

Write


As a writer sees

A book in front of me

I pour into emptiness

© CMM 2020

Haiku


Out here where woodpeckers

Vibrate in the distant trees

Song birds my symphony

© CMM. 2020

Haiku


the birds wake with song

Cold still air lingers morning crest

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3rd Sunday of Advent

“Joy’s Song”


 

I remember “All Souls’ Day” with a song I wrote.

Written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson

Produced with Kip Haaheim Music and instrumentalist

vocalist;  Jonathan Matteson

Music written by: Daniel Myer

 

 

Copyrighted:   CMM 2016

 

Christmas Day


Dark and bleak the days become

Mother and child still are one.

They seek a shelter for the night

against the cold weather’s fright

A shed, a stable they find by grace

In the night their stay finds pace

to labor pains inside the shed

Labor and love defies world’s dread

where infant cries break the sounds

all kings and shepherds seek to surround

as star reflects hope and the son

God enters the world among

on this our Christmas Day…

 

Copyrighted:  2016 CMM

All Hallow’s Eve


Witches and apples, fallen leaves and rot,

Has come to this the Hallow night of

full moon with goblins and steamy pots.

Shadows in night that pass among trees

of little costumes  of scary ghost among

dressed up monsters of make believes…

An eve of frightening rituals

where all one’s fears are mimicked and mocked

with humor and timeless  habituals.

So call on All Saints , who listen this night,

as the children grow tired from the cold  dark streets,

and guard them home safely from the eve of fright.

 

 

©  CMM   2013

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…

Blue Moon

Christine McNeill-Matteson

June  2015