A FIRE CRACKLES by Mark Maxeythe fire crackles
embers fly
and in your eyes
a million miles away
I caught a glimpse
carried away upon your music
she played the harp
plucked from within her soul
blue shoes...worn jacket
you look for your last meal
hands buried inside your pockets
where no money has been
blue stocky hat
restricted flow
a book upon his lap
his lips move between his salt and pepper beard
moves his hand in reply
to a question not asked
I take a sip of my hot tea
cinnamon and spice linger within my mouth
temped more than once
to look into your eyes
that hide between long bang hairs
he turns the grinder on
another cup of expresso
awaits the somber crowd
as they listen
to celtic harmonies upon a harp
two lads and lasses tromp over the dale
a creek runs over nearby
love so strong beats from their groin
two lambs are slaughtered for evening meal
as two new bonds create a dream for another day
another place
another awaits
where two empty chairs wait
for me this cold winter night
I rest my pen down upon the page
and listen
for a clue
for a note
for a song
it can't wait
for its written in the news
of what I missed or passed by or let escape
but tonight
I let her music carry me away and beyond
beyond the melodies
where music does not exist
none it does...or so it seems
so I sit and sip my hot tea
and let her guide me
into the moment
and in her eyes
a million miles away
I can sit and listen
for her words
this cold winter night
my tea is my song
her music awakes me from my sleep 12/04/2004 Author's Note: another one I found in my journal I had forgot about
Posted on 01/30/2005 Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
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Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/29/07 at 03:44 AM Sometimes, when I've been lucky enough to have lived in places where there was a fireplace, I sat before it and just stared into the flames. Maybe in the flames I saw images, or just the relaxing unrhythmic leap of the flames brought other memories to mind. This is what I sense from your words - the warmth and comfort of knowing that within the flames, secret memories are safe and inspiration may come from its multi-colored leaps.
~Chelle~ |
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