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
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
Betrayal
circles and rhythms
time pushes out
round and round
decays of lies
placed in forgotten
rings of covered maskings
and the circles and rhythms
continue on,
growing into to a stump
to cut into history
rediscovering it still
exists…
Copyrighted: CMM 2017
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