hawk chronicles #14…

copyright cwmartin 2011

sometimes
i like to just
show-off
do a spin
or two
against
the dark blue sky
for no particular reason
i find
most humans
spend so much time
wondering about life’s meaning
and their place in it
pondering
deep philosophical points
their eyes focused on books
missing the landmarks
and scenery
along the way
counting down
to doomsday
not knowing
if heaven is to the left
or right
so
i’ve taken it upon myself
to have
a little sky party
in their behalf
nothing fancy
a few white puffy clouds
and the breath of angels

bereavement kit…

sitting
alone
her
eyes
darkened
lines of
too many memories
beneath them
chain smoking
as if such clouds
could bring her
closer to god
she
a one-time soldier
now draped
in a tattered flag
blood stained
the stench of death
lingering in every fiber
so
another drink
to kill war’s nighmares
another cigarette
to mask the stench
living
only
to wait
for
the next
drink
while wondering
who really
died
that
day

tree house…

the leaves
like some broken patchwork
permitted light
to touch his face
forming shadows
of fine black lace
which caused the sun to wink at him
through these portholes
he saw the sky
the endless sea
of dreams untold
where clouds
were knights
and dragons bold
where he a boy could fly each day
but then
all too very soon
the night had cast
it’s spell on time
and from his tree
he had to climb
downward
towards his fate with men
unable is he
to climb that tree
which led to dreams
that are untold
for now it’s limbs
refuse to hold
the boyish man
who tries to climb
now another
will climb his tree
permitting light
to touch his face
and from the sky
a dream embrace
before the night
can cast it’s spell