(one of my favorite poems ever) Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds,— Woke, […]
Category Archives: Poems about life
Close your eyes and see The singular life that’s yours~ Smile in wonderment… Michele Marie
The Wisdom of the Clock You can’t escape its silent roar Its race is cast from shore to shore Time dashes off and then is gone “A good deed done, just one more day In good deeds you cannot delay Duty first, then right again” No stress in time or things without The soldier’s […]
This morning I grabbed my coffee and woke up the dog to do her morning routine outside. (This is ‘Winnie’ -our miniature daschund) I accompanied her outside as lately she seems needy- she doesn’t want to be outside by herself – so I took my coffee and decided to sit outside for awhile so she’d […]
Academia: “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide The Pacific and […]
Haunted Heart I happened upon it so I’ll tell the odd tale Of a heart that dwells where the cold winds wail On a dark lonely street where shadows are cast In a town I once found in my heartless old past Searching for answers, warmed by sunlight That town nearby was dark like a night […]
Sunday Morning The cat looks at the world Outside its window The grass looks good for stalking in For hiding till ready to pounce at dragonflies and mice Tall brown trunks with green tops that flutter Seem so delightful for climbing Flying feathered creatures and small furry scuttling things Look playful and maybe tasty too […]
Humiliations… The chisel to stone Sculpter’s blow carves, molds, and lights Forms stones into hearts Some are well deserved Some are most beneficial Illumination Humiliations Tear a wound in tender hearts Beware, lest you kill… I don’t regret mine Reject Humiliations? They straighten the spine! Never be the cause~ Reject humiliating! Choose kindness and love. […]
Haiku: Joy! Joy, I wait for you (In life of seven volumes) Just a page away Michele Marie
Will the Guest Show? Like the dove on a church spire Cooing a winsome song Like the falcon on a cliff Scanning for prey Like the soldier pacing Through the watches of the night Like a mother waiting For her son to come from war There is One who waits and watches Will the guest […]
Michele Marie's Poetry By The Fireside... 