Poetry

Waking to a full moon,

hung in the darkened sky.

crisp wind swings softly ,

as I gaze toward the silver eye.

Hues of silver cast in sight,

shadows of clouds pass by.

I stop, sit on cool green grass,

and gaze back upon the sky.

2023. CMM.

I am happy …

I am reading a book, entitled ; “Silence, (in the age of noise.)” Written by: Erline Kagge, he asked Mark Juncosa , “When I asked Mark Juncosa, one of the minds behind Musk’s space programme, whether he ever has the chance to think out the ideas that could revolutionize the rocket industry, he replied: “A normal work day at best contains eight hours of meetings, a few hours to respond to emails. It all blurs together. The only time to shut out the world is when I exercise, surf, take a shower or sit on the toilet. That’s when new solutions surface.”

Excerpt From
Silence
Erling Kagge & Becky L. Crook
https://books.apple.com/us/book/silence/id1217089376
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To make my point, a song came to me taking a shower, it came so quickly, I could only step outside to grab a piece of paper and pen and write it down, wet and smeared ink , I later copied it to Microsoft word.

The song was , “Whispered Prayer,” The music to the song was Written and Produced by Christine McNeill-Matteson, Music Written and Performed by Kip Haaheim ,Vocals by Katie Bieber.

First published in “Pieces of Divine Masterpieces: Poet’s Voice, Agathos: An International Review of Humanities and Social Science. ”

To affirm, Mark Juncosa , (Chief Engineer at Space X, ) in his interview with Erline Kragge, “Silence “; polished and copyrighted by, Pantheon, a division of Random House, LLC, 2017.

I get it.” Bob Dylan gets it, as he explains in a 60 minute interview, most artist gets it.

Free your space, and let creativity come to you. Find your ‘silence.’

Below the song…

It is always nice to hear 

the thunder after a bright 

electrical streak across the sky.

My granddaddy use to say,

“Do not be afraid of the thunder, 

the danger just passed.” 

It is the surprise of the lightening

cutting across the dark sky 

Illuminating the silhouettes of trees, 

not seen in the darkness of 

the morning horizon. 

A rhythm of light and sound, 

an autumn storm of drum rolls 

and quiet interludes pause. 

Then the conductor of the heavens 

raise his sticks and once again,

the lightening magically cuts 

across in jagged patterns. 

Moments later the thunder 

drums out a rhythm of response 

and the storm rolls on.

CMM. 2025

A tradition of women

who have long since passed.

Has given belonging

to those who are last.

We stand in the clovers,

we pour tea at its best.

As the sweet bread is served

among all the rest.

May the Celtic women

long survive,

into the histories

and the archives.

copyrighted : 2025  Christine McNeill-Matteson

The snow is a silent falling this morning .

white dress of winter’s prominence .

The temperatures are equally a quiet

presence as the single digits fall .

The birds are hushed with gray sky’s

hanging a winter blanket in the fields,

touching, no lines, no horizons

just gray on white and back again.

I bathe in the silence of aloneness.

Tucked in my home and

I am warmed by the fire,

knowing in the winter’s storm

I am blessed.

Copyrighted 2025 CMM.

Just outside my window 

The full moon lingers there 

Night after night the glowing stares

Into the silvery light it cast 

Cross the darkness the magic last 

As if to say , no matter what 

I will forever be , waiting in the dark 

Looking back to see 

You , looking for the full moon magic 

Across eternity 

CMM.  2024 

I have sat next to all the beginnings,

I have heard the rushing of the wisdom 

coming from the sea.

The wind calls out the encore 

against the rocks 

and it is me…

CMM. Copyrighted:  2024