poets

Haiku


a full moon light shines

just in sight, reflecting on

sleeping Queen Anne’s Lace

©CMM 2019

Haiku


a cover white might

Otherwise make sight of what

Others see alike

Haiku


full moon cloaks white clouds

Wind sways in celebration.

Oak tree leaves promise

Haiku


I climb hills to run

Trees beside the hot road sway

beckons endurance

Copyright @ CMM 2018

Missing Christmas


Christmas lights flicker

into colors, green and red.

The silence of the season

hangs in what is not said.

It 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.

Copyright:  2011  CMM

“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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Christine

Listening


She was listening
voices around her unaware
she lies in waiting
she was listening
to the tears
the consolations
she was listening
when someone whispered
to her, I love you.
listening to the voices
leaving the room for a moment
and then she left…
Copyrighted:  CMM   2017

Bunce Road


I remember the dirt drive laden in gravel just

off the main asphalt country road.

named after generations of people,

who came before me;

We called family.

I wonder how many trips were

taken in and out,

and for what reasons

as we came and went to this place;

we called home.

Generations of successors grounded

into the beginnings of a southern family.

Two world wars and aromas in the kitchen

with Sunday afternoon get-togethers;

everybody knew everybody

An echo of memories sounds into the tomorrows,

old becomes new and the new often forgetting

the once was, just off the gravel road

leading back to the circled drive grounded into a name;

for generations now forgotten.

©   CMM  2008

Sisters


Valentine’s Day

I tried to cry but the pain was there

I felt the hour of our shared despair

Sisters bleed as time turned gray

Mingled tears from another day

A mother gone so much not said

A wilted memory and sadness shed

A soft word in a written note

A longing shared our grasps  remote

Sisters bleed as time turned gray

Mingled tears for another day .

Copyrighted:  2016 CMM

Invitation


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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