a celebratory funeral…

a celebratory funeral

shadows
of
yesterday
linger
above
the sunrise
rays
of 
light
reflect off
discarded
silver streamers
and
paper party favors
those
souvenirs
of
a dying year
and
the birth
of
unkeepable promises
a rather
pontius pilate moment
for
most merrymakers
cleansing
their hands
of
previous episodes
of
existence
now
offering up
for
crucifixion
a new
covenant
commitments
covering
a range
of
declared weaknesses
from
health
to
social justice
a contract
no doubt
when
viewed
this time
next year
must have been written
in
invisible ink

 

 

as the new year begins (2017)…

as-the-new-year-begins-2017

i stopped by
aunt bea’s
to
show her
my new camera
as
i was
explaining
its features
she said
wouldn’t it
be
wonderful
if
we could all
automatically
refocus
on
life’s situations
as
quickly as
that
new camera
of yours
keeping
proper perspective
on
what’s
really
important

and so this was christmas…

and so this is christmas

year’s end
another season
of
searching
for
reasons
why
the unexplained
remains
unexplained
lost souls
seeking
the
light
in a world
covered
with
perpetual clouds
and
gentle voices
calling out
for
peace and love
unheard
among
the ruckus
of life and war
voices
all heard
before
old-time records
stuck
in grooves
overtones
seen
by those
in power
as
just
discordant notes

clinical considerations…

copyright cwmaritn 2011

one man rises
easter morning
becoming
the envy of all
for
he had made the call
of his own rise and fall
those left behind
have been wondering
if it was just
some kind of magic trick
such human thoughts
place their own deaths
in a void
the proverbial
between a rock
and a hard spot
a what’s next syndrome
that paralyzes
the masses
from action
when they already
know
what should be done
but one can never
be too careful
so rather than act
they react
while collecting
as many coins
as they can
just in case
the whole damn thing
was staged
and taking out
multiple memberships
since one
never knows
which version of god
will be calling
that is
if the line
isn’t already
dead

a common affliction…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2011

i guess
i’m like
everyone else
this time of year
reviewing
analyzing
and
bemoaning
aspects
of my life
an array of
year-end thoughts
guess
aunt bea
picked up
on that
she said
it’s so easy
to compare
your life
to others
sipping
that bitter wine
of yesterday’s dreams
wondering
why
certain things
happened
trying
to give
divine meaning
to
random events
thinking
that logic
should’ve
solved
your problems
but
honey
it’s an illogical world
and
those
you envy
are just
parking lot attendants
driving
someone else’s
car

options…

so
it ‘s
outside
your door
waiting for you
to
open wide
and let
the new year in
but
you hesitate
what if
the new year
shackles you
to your old fears
and
your old
despairs
what if
if you don’t
open the door
will you die
or flow into
the abyss
or maybe
purgatory
where you’ll
get out for
good behavior
maybe
just maybe
it really
doesn’t
matter
what
you
do