poems

Haiku


Twilight crest after

midnight storm gives way to verdant

grass, and hope appears …

© CMM 2019

Unaware


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

 

Copyright:   2019  CMM

Haiku


Just before birds sing

And daylight on horizon;

contemplation.

CMM @ 2018

Hibiscus (haiku)


the magenta bloom

misty morn no rain in site

Our climate warning

 

@CMM  2018

Just Before


Tempest ages of tales from lofts

of organs and replicas of saints.

Covered icons to express a time

quiet memories of prayers unsaid.

Whispered among the pews of

the faithful few, wanting …

humanity is deafened to creation.

Signs and wonders are fewer

as ages of hopeful hopeless.

Crossing always into a river of regret

it never matters if we are aware.

It is who we are as oneness,

it is who we are as togetherness

from the beginning, to the recognition

just before, just before the river of regret.

 

Copyrighted 2018  CMM

A. M.


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:  2018  CMM

Vintage Silver Christmas Tree


 

I remember your silver retro tree

 

sitting on your desk,

 

the ornaments of blue reflecting

 

years past of the-other-day.

 

 

I smile to remember our verbal

 

folly of the tacky tree

 

You would reply, it is the best,

 

and I would smile, and say ok.

 

 

The truth is, it was the best.

 

Memories of drive-in movies

 

and sock hops reflected in the light

 

of the mulit-color turning wheel.

 

 

I remember your silver tree,

 

your jolly laugh of folly and doo-wop.

 

Jokes of the past being the best of all.

 

I now remember,  smile, and miss you.

 

 

Copyrighted:  2017 CMM

 

RIP  Prof. Doo-wop (2012)

 

 

Forgotten Poem


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

In My Garden


There are secrets in my garden

You need but walk a piece

You will stumble on a flower

And a butterfly at ease

Walk but just a couple steps

You almost see them grow

The purple and the yellow

But please walk a little slow

There are secrets in my garden

A prairie dog you might  see

A pansy or a daisy

However please be quiet

Not to disturb the frog so lazy

Or the fountains where angels sit

I invite you in my garden

Where joy is laid and kept

Copyright:  2017 CMM

Missing Christmas


Christmas lights flicker

   into colors, green and red.

The silence of the season

   hangs in what is not said.

img_9294It is the knowing you are not here

   your smile I miss the most,

The quiet way you made it so

   a holiday Christmas toast.

I will miss our first Christmas

   with you not around.

I will miss all the other Christmas’

    in memory do resound.

Copyrighted:  2011 CMM