Blue seas and water waves
erased by symmetry
affirmed by none.
Smooth and deliberate.
A powerful bird glides by
proud of the direction it has taken.

Posted in Poetry, tagged Abacos, Poetry on July 17, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Blue seas and water waves
erased by symmetry
affirmed by none.
Smooth and deliberate.
A powerful bird glides by
proud of the direction it has taken.
Posted in Poetry on July 16, 2019| 1 Comment »
Slimy colorful gobs, paid for by advertising, innocent and fresh, newly designed but not really.
Crystallized into short, sharp syllables, oh I like that one, let me put it up.
Slung in the face of others, posted on line for all to read.
The colorful emotive gob smears sticky smush onto the insulted receiver pushing shades of anger.
Retaliation. New cheap gobs thrown back, no care in time spent writing short angry syllables. No need to.
Ready to eat, prepared insults. Modern food, brought to your house through an internet box. Tantelized with sugar, dangerous chemicals carefully massaged into symbolic globs, meaningfully shaped to look like good food, nourishing nothing.
Gobs of words paid for by ads. Supported by spending money aimed to throw more gobs. Each gob thrown earns a dollar for somebody.
Weak legs and arms, too tired to prepare any independent thoughts.
Reach for another already prepared, readily available gob and take aim.
Posted in Art, Poetry on November 15, 2018| 3 Comments »
Trivial moments spiral,
arriving nonsensically,
angst driven.
What is the catch, the trigger
turning sadness to joy and laughter?
Maybe a long, satisfying walk,
vigorous bike ride,
or a child speaking or a butterfly slipping by.
Nothing much, but awareness.
Poem and sketches by MChamie
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 29, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Branches arch streets and sidewalks,
offer shade from hot sun,
sigh in soft winds saying no relief to roots.
Time for cement to go, loose
dirt to tickle tree toes, share nutrients
and shade, softness, glory, shelter, quiet,
now shifts to autumn to show new glory.
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography, Portland on October 23, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Swaying beauties, oft dismissed
columns emptily treaded around.
Look up and see their capes, the
soft shade embracing color shape design
food shelter comfort.
Shouldn’t we take better care of them?
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 18, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Trees hover, leaving shadows,
dance of light, reflecting branches.
Coffee cup in hand,
I stumble over awkward sidewalks,
erupted by roots,
enjoying the beauty.
Photo and poem by MJC
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on October 6, 2018| Leave a Comment »
It’s just a thought, but here it is.
Can there be peace on earth?
I think not, but yet again,can there be peace on earth?
This earth? Our earth?
Whose earth?
Poem and photo by MJC
Posted in Art, Poetry on July 9, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Quiet dawn of morning
pierced by computer clicks,
I drink first cup of coffee,
Posted in Poetry, tagged Photography on July 7, 2018| Leave a Comment »
(Some people collect stamps. I collect rainbows.)
Rainbows
celebrate light,
announcing the end of noisy blue rain storms
calming nerves caused by
lightening streaks and thunder beats of crazy drums.
Posted in Art, Poetry on June 22, 2018| Leave a Comment »
I don’t know what this is.
But it seems right to me.
It expresses my inner thoughts, I guess.
But since I don’t know what it is,
The meaning of it is elusive.
It seems to set a direction, then moves on.
Much like my life.
Is that what it is?
Each twist and turn leaves a larger decision, a
footprint of sorts.