Time

Brothers


He often spoke of our little brother,

he wondered what his life

would have been like if he had lived.

He was the only son of a proud Scottish family.

It carried a large burden on his shoulders,

when his Father became ill …

Time carried the loss with him until he was an old man.

He would ride his black Harley and stand by the tombstone.

Always by himself, he would diligently stay on his knees,

clearing the leaves as though it cleared the pain of loss.

He would place flowers , and later say they would end up missing.

So, he would return to place them again and again.

Now the little brother’s grave will grow silent,

the leaves will start to gather, as no one will be there.

The old man has passed on and will not return.

One would hope, they are walking and talking ,

catching up on the past of eternity of all they have missed.

Now, he is at peace, as he has found his brother and

his brother has found him.

Silver Eye


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.

Sunday Morning Run


I am happy …

Run


Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.

John Steinbeck


Forever Full Moon


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 

Remembering the Buffalo Soldier: An Eloquent Crimson Sunrise


I ran past and paused,

the crimson rise of the sun

gave honor to the Buffalo Soldier.

A moment of memory,

a moment of time,

a moment of the universe

casting crimson sign.

They are not forgotten,

they are still heard.

CMM. copyrighted: 2024

Poem


I gather my thoughts

As I hang the phone

Back to go quiet again

I think of our conversation

And become somber

Because now I worry

Why , because I hear the pain

Pain that should have never

Been your pain

Pain that should have never

Been my pain .

But it was and it still is

And we did not know

Until it was to late

To ask , why?

CMM 2024

Dedicated to my sister and me

Here Comes the Sun


I loved my run yesterday. I felt strong and even the lone wild flower stood against the wood line and made it sparkle for attention.

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