On The Porch

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On a quiet night,

the old man

smokes a stogie

sitting on the porch.

He can only watch

the little beetles

with lanterns

light up the sky.

Now he knows better,

he doesn’t chase

after them,

collect fireflies

in Mason jars.

He doesn’t pull

their wings apart,

curious about how

they glimmer and fly.

He knows that

their blinking bulbs

are temporary

as his life,

the fading light

that glows.

©️mft

Poem: Unfamiliar Spaces

Dreams,
smokey nights
in darkened rooms
with relatives
mixed with friends
and enemies

Dreams,
anxious and
surreal, caught between
narrow walls, thick bars
and fences
with barking dogs

Dreams,
that move into
unfamiliar spaces,
steps with no stairs,
running on fresh
cement

Dreams,
speechless,
unspoken wishes,
lame excuses,
the unconscious
untamed

Dreams,
back to the wall,
head to the floor,
clawing up a slippery slope,
into a maze
without an exit sign

Dreams,
never seem to say
what they mean,
never finish
what they think, until
it’s too late,
the dreamer
wakes up

with a vague suspicion,
a piece of undigested
story,
a cryptic message,
a letter
with no return address.

©️mft

Crow Friday Poem: Speaking or Not

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I listen first.

I speak out
when I’m ready.

I won’t be forced
to talk
against my will
or take advice
from a person 
who really doesn’t know.

I will talk
in my own voice,
in due time,
by my actions
or inactions,
just with my eyes
or with my hands,

whether with words
or a furrowed brow,
a nod of the head,
chest bumps or fist pumps,
smiles with a thumbs-up sign.

I know
that speaking or not speaking
is my choice.

Poem: Freedom

is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your

sins

and judgments

 

or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely

pilgrimage,

or if I read the wrong

book

and meet

 

the wrong people,

lost souls who don’t

bare the cross or

the star or the hammer

and sickle or the crescent

moon

 

perhaps I’ll find my way,

a misguided dreamer

taking a road of less shame,

feet and hands unbound,

a journey without all those

harsh rules.

 

©️mft