Category: Poem (Page 5 of 22)

Fire Place

for Beau, Mark & Jan

take embers
place them in your memory
and think of the times
when you sat side by side
in friendship,
and with those kindred
stared silently and simply
into a campfire or fire-place
while night’s fortress
held you bound and
kept you wanting
to stay close to
that source
of warmth and light,
held your quietness and focus
with the glow and dance of embers
as they provided their
ancient solace, and
in deepening stillness
how in contemplation together
and in solitude
you found yourself returning
to the hearth at the heart of it all

Martinos © 2018

At Evening’s Fall

Our words were mesmerised, unable at
each attempt to describe the end of day
the sun took its story – a spectacle of hues and
ribbons between gold fire and greyblack crimsons
beyond Wolumbin – reclining grandmother
crag head facing skyward – omniscient
pausing inbreath grandeur

Taking our gaze, the cloud hummers went westerly
tribal souls migrating in unison
their mentor and guide a following breeze
and curiously the stars appeared above them
as if flying in formation against the trend
missiles or satellites – not afraid – in awe
we saluted the spectacle – swaying in silence and wonder

 

 

 

Martinos © 2018

 

On Funicular Stairs

I climbed down through coastal scrub

Sandstone nub and turkey scratch,

Purposefully counted into the hundreds

And then became distracted for caution

And for possible misstep. On safe arrival

The foreshore held its mysteries

Within wash and cliff and ancient sands,

I did not inquire or pause to study, yet

committed and turned again to climb

knowing afore each rise I would by needs,

descend

 

Martinos © 2018

Mother’s Stories

Rarely as I recall, in truth,

Did she speak expansively of herself

Or tell us stories of her young adventure

She reserved the detail and the admiration for others,

Others who were remote to me, in interest and in caring,

I never knew, and always assumed she thought them

more worthy or entertaining or greater than herself

 

And now I wish I’d asked her

And told her this was for me

Furthest from the truth

 

Martinos @ 2018

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