in that moment…

copyright cwmartin 2011

the fragrance
of a memory
sudden spring showers
a country road
tall grass
to a gentle breeze
blue eyes blurred
with tears
a story told
a hand extended
then embraced
the sharing of all
the holding tight
to what
will never be

the dream stone…

i’m not sure
if the story is true
just a dream
you must decide
but i recall
a dream stone
black as night
smoothed by hands
passing it on
from one generation
to the next
its weight grew
in proportion
to dreams held
as the story goes
an old man
a peace maker
whose beliefs
had been worn away
by promises
promises broken
wave upon wave
of disappointment
gave the stone
to a small frail child
the child
no difficulty
holding it

the conversation…


Photograph by CWMartin

between words
she told me
a different story
the one
i wasn’t
supposed to hear
it would
hurt me too much
not as much
as her lack
of faith
in me

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!

alice in political land…

Image from In Wonderland Graphic

so here it is
there was this bunny
he went down a hole
and this chick
but falls hard
like during an election
so next thing
there’s this party
tea party
and everybody’s
hanging out
with the mad hatter
and talking
al’ bunch of stupid stuff
and the chick chimes in
like you know
drill baby
or something like that
and then
the rabbit hole starts
throbbing oil
like an artery’s been cut
or like that something
and the people
get a sudden
case of alzheimer’s
you know when someone
says i’ll call you tomorrow
and moves out of town instead
anyways they
start yelling
off with his head
off with his head
like the dude’s christ or something
an’ wha’
the moral of the story
well here it is
expectation will put your ass
in a sling faster than a speeding bullet