My First Poem

I love to sit and dream of days long past,
Of a chubby, brown-haired girl
Dressed in checks and stripes, a feather-
plumed hat on her head–
Sitting in her little doll room
Eating a pound of potato chips
–laughing–

Published in Parnassus in Print (1971); The Discerning Poet (2004).

What A Road We Travel

What a road we travel
To figure out the
Simplest things and
Return to where we
Knew we belonged
All along

To build friendships
With those whose arms
Are true, all-accepting
And strong

To raise our arms to Heaven,
Dig our toes in sand, and
Throw back our heads to
The wind

What a road, what a road
We travel to figure out
The simplest things and
Return to where we
Knew we belonged
All along.

Published in Silver Wings (1995); The Writers’ Bistro (2007); WestWard Quarterly (2008); christinemasonmiller.com (2010).

A Poem For You (1991)

I taped up a picture of you
It must have been your last
Healthy Christmas–long overdue,
But you understand
I know you do.

And I’m up early to have some
Time alone before teaching, too
And I understand even more now
You know I do.

Mom’s doing better now…
She told me how you stood
Between two railroad cars
All the way from Washington D.C.
To Chicago after World War II.

And I’m teaching my heart out
Giving essay tests, too
Pouring out my soul
Like you used to do.

It’s Christmas again, and I
Taped up a picture of you
I’m writing poems and
Taking walks–doing fine
But missing you
Has not ceased with time.

In loving memory of Harold and Enola Borgh.  Your love is with me always.  We shall meet again.

Published in Midwest Poetry Review (1993); Bell’s Letters (1993); The Spirit of Christmas (1994, Weems Concepts).

Also included in my chapbook, And So My Soul (2001, Elin Grace Publishing).  Scripture from the King James Version of the Holy Bible.  Cover and illustrations by Charles A. Waugaman.   Design and Graphics by Jeffery Dickson.  ISBN 978-0-9729848-0-5.

Photo of the amaryllis is by Karl.

Deeper Places – The Beginning Of This Blog

 
I want to live
in the deeper places
 
where flowers
always get to bloom
at their appointed time
 
and are loved as much
weathered and dormant
and covered with snow
 
I want to live
in the deeper places
 
where loss is felt
tears are cried and
night becomes a friend
 
and then loss
dies too
new life arrives again
 
Oh, I want to live
in the deeper places
 
Published in Time of Singing (2003); Bell’s Letters (2004);
The Discerning Poet (2004); Blogging Along Tobacco Road (2009);
Bell’s Letters (2009).
     
 
The Raymond Flory Explorer Award (2010).   The Eve Jeanette Blohm Award (2010).   Both awards through Bell’s Letters Poet.
 
 
Photo credit:  Karl Olinger