Short Sighted

 My opinion 

Overshadows

My observation

Terminates

My curiosity 

Narrows my view

Of something new

Creates a limit

To my perception 

And fools me 

Into thinking 

I'm through

With learning

JM 4-27-26

Practice Again

 Thoughts can be written out loud

Quiet until they are read

JM

Spell

just a little madness
that was what took me in one gulp
I thought it over, mulled it
then I over thought
my follicles got hot
a heavy mist on my brow
over sensing danger now
skulking my dim interior
soon, I know, it will pass
was any of it more
than a braying ass?
I did make a few maps
of the long way home

JM

Poem

Room for a short one
The end of a meal
It will have to be delicate
And a little flakey

JM

recreate

Don't fall again
my strength is failing
Don't tempt me to catch you
we'll both land hard
My life time is moving
further behind
This lucky time won't last
and I won't stumble going past
Let's just enjoy together
whatever is left
Remember the sunshine
The seasons that went
So when we remember
it will be dreaming well spent


JM

Once

When dew was heavy
On spring green shrubs
Streetlights sparkled the droplets
We walked alone
Hand in hand
A soundless song
Played along
To the rhythm of our steps
How can such sweetness
Be unrepeatable


JM

Half Step

several attempts collided
Having a canceling effect
Each one stuck in the gate
Another chance to meditate
Find a spinning core inside
Warm with friction
Catching on life and
Woven by foggy lenses to
sweep the slight dust away.
With lids at rest
Another start is starting
Sparks on tinder
Just a little smoke
A little breath
and we're burning again.

JM

blow up

I have a fear of exploding
Along with all normal fears
The government, the boogeyman
Or woman
But mostly exploding. Its irrational.
I'm not strapped with TNT
No gallon jar of ethanol blend
Still I picture myself in little
Pieces,  stuck to buildings
I just couldn't take that
Maybe I wouldn't explode
All the way, two legs supporting
A shredded torso...
my blinking head nearby
Possibly thinking "Explosion
I was afraid of that."

JM

other wise

Too thick a stew
Rushing through what stays
Some truth about reality
Or another fleeting phase
Carved in place by deeds
And seeds of thoughtful plotting
What still flows thick
and what words stick
Is a mystery to me.
 
JM

horizon bound

Not much to say about
Another day without
Lasting inspiration
A radio station fading
In and out with travel
A moving destination
Arriving just seems
Out of the question

passing

I keep being
A part of the crowd
Don't want to play my
Music too loud
Can't help myself
Keep blending in
Clothes I wear
What I'm thinking
It's quite a sin
                                JM

See Sought

Before I think
Nothing is wrong
Just a wink
Not too long

Forming a thought
Simply the words
Move a lot
Quick as birds

Remaining view
Something I made
Not so new
Cuts a blade


JM

Drought Break

Light rain off and on
Hours pass not waiting
They pass arriving
Like window breeze
Slow as dripping trees

Between soft rains
Swift moving clouds
No breaks for blue
Birds chatter the news
Overdue showers today

JM

Brief

Into the reach of other days
Under the sky that stays
Moon to Sun, toil to fun
A motion of ancient ways

JM

The Breeze is Absent

Sun wrecks my view of trees
Squinting only brings tears,
A loss of good moisture.
Wanting to see leaves move,
An arm casts a shadow
across my eyes,
A defensive posture
Like the sun is attacking.
A harsh lack of clouds.
Some waving humidity rises
From lawns too hot to mow.
It's not yet noon,
Maybe the forecast holds afternoon clouds,
A pop up thunderstorm?
The birds now quiet
Would chatter gratefully
For a mid-day shower.
Even a hot breeze
Would give relief.

JM

4th Of July

Independance night broke
With unscripted laughter from a balcony.
Triple X's on dead bottles,
Some were still alive.
The toiling sun was out of work
The shadowy trees a canvas
For front yard sparklers,
Kids writing their names.
All directions offered pops and
Crackles with occasional booms.
Store bought fireflies, lightining bugs
Whistled and sputtered
Among the real ones.
Sidewalks smiled outside the blues bar
Echoeing off the silent buildings
Closed for the holiday.
Whoops of approval
Applauded the amateur fireworks.
Unrestrained children spun themselves
Dizzy as the parents drank.
Unscripted laughter rang
In the early independance night.

JM

   Landscape




Half the trees have lost

Their leaves to October breezes

Trunks and branches re-appear

I remember fresh green buds

Some of a few were snowed on

A perfect close up photo

A bud with melting snow crystals

A mental image to keep

Simple sample to enjoy

The crunch of leaves

Soon muted by snow



JM

Not Magic

There is work to do
 With these easy words
 A path in the darkness
 Is only good in the dark
Still, best to keep a map
Just in case

 With these easy words
 Just in case
 There might be a revival
 Of good old penmanship
A reinvention of the page
The art of writing letters


 Just in case
 The art of writing letters
The motion of creation
Not yet landed
 Will need this repetition
 Will need this repetition

JM

Invite The Bell

All the people came around
Love had struck again
This was not the first time
Wholly unverified
Yet testified beyond words
A reverberation of change
Passed and past alone
Into a low large bell
Not hiding or silent
Unfolding compassion tones

JM

Curtains Up

Cool for the real show
Steady as a rock
Slipping through calendars
Picking my own lock

Seventy or eighty numbers
Stood surrounding me
No order I could cipher
Would make them really be

Some now will come soon
Again some voice will tell
Confusion has an ending
A beginning just as well

I do go slow, though
Faster in my brain
Cool for the real show
Starting over again

JM