entering
the carnival’s
tunnel of love
two sets
of
cotton-candied lips
and
one pair
of
sun-baked
vanilla ice cream hands
his
and
upon exiting
this lover’s chamber
her disheveled sweater
and
his angora-fibered hands
raise
serious questions
of
his moral
stand
sitting on her
front porch
aunt bea
watched
the neighbor’s daughter
rehearsing
with her friend
for her quinceañera
she said
when i was young
i would grab
my father’s hands
and
he would lift me
placing my small feet
on each of his shoes
and
we would dance
he guiding me
with
each of his steps
so i could learn
how to dance
now days
folks are
quick to say
pull yourself up
stand on your
own
two feet
watching them
all the while
stumbling through life
but
i think
in life
we need to do
the same
as my father
lift someone
place them on
our toes
and
teach them
how
to dance
reflected light
on water
conversations
with those
who hold hands
with angels
he was
uncertain
how he entered
the sphere
naked
in a fetal position
he only knew
he could feel
the warmth
of hands
and
the pulsing
of blood
through veins
as the sphere
was passed
from one hand
to the next
he could not tell
if the hands
were old
or young
nor
what color
they were
not even
social class
could be determined
no judgements
to be made
just the warmth
and
pulsing of life
perhaps
he thought
this
was heaven
copyright cwmartin 2012
sometimes
when a fever
runs high
and
i
am alone
in my bed
all my fears
swirling in my head
creating such
dread
i
would swear
i feel your gentle hands
wiping my brow
and
speaking softly
that all
will be well
and
that i
am
not
alone
Poem inspired by Soul Dipper (http://souldipper.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/love-embedded-a-mothers/)
copyright cwmartin 2011
notes of music play
gentle touches from your hand
songs sung by a heart
copyright cwmartin 2011
sortie of sparrows
fleeing winter’s hand of death
houdini artists
digital decoupage cwmartin
sliding her hands
across the surface
of his thoughts
she felt him
tremble
as her eyes
probed deeper
than her words
grasping his bible
he retreated
from her doorway
promising salvation
but
unwilling
to enter in
to test the resolve
of his
own
beliefs
digital decoupage cwmartin 2011
an empty
shell casing
half buried
in the sand
a frozen hand
emptied of life
a band of gold
glittering
in the desert sun
as if recalling
the love
that placed
it
there
with his bare hands
he began to write out
his suicide note
he had considered
typing it
so there would be
no confusion about
why
but
it seemed
rather impersonal
and
he always felt
that communications
should have
some
humanity to it
so he decided
to write it out
in longhand
but was worried
that he might misspell
some words
since he was
so used to
using spellcheck
he could
type it out first
and then transfer it
to letterhead
but
someone might think
he was forced into copying
a note that had been
typed out for him
so that was out
therefore he set about
writing the note
and
checking the dictionary
as he went along
since
it was more of an epistle
than a note
he fell asleep
an hour into the process
and
by dawn
had forgotten
why he started it
so
just
went to work
as usual
Read Between the Minds 