Stuck in a group I didn’t choose,
Left to clean up while they just cruise.
They joke, they stall, they waste time,
Yet act like their work’s as good as mine.

One barks orders, stands so tall,
Yet does nothing, nothing at all.
And the other leader? Just sits back,
Leaving me to pick up slack.

I bite my tongue, I hold it tight,
Till I snap and set it right.
I burned them down, I let it out,
No more patience, no more doubt.

And you know what? I won’t lie,
I don’t regret it, not this time.

Someday I will find
a magic mountain,
and I will stay with
one million moths
rebelling against the
light, my wanderlust
will be completely
satisfied, the nova will
sustain its sublime
intensity, I will walk
with my mind swirling
in majestic mystery,
every thought, every
action will be spontaneous!
and it will be absolutely
splendid in every category.
Someday I will find a
magic mountain, I will
drink wine with the gods
and we will smile for eternity …
Clay.M

I look through the posts of my many friends-
A hundred likes here and a thousand likes there.

My heart feels the ache of wanting to be known
As I look through all my numerous posts.

Only a like here and a like there,
The dangers of social media I bear.

It's a good place,
The place we are.
Even in the cold weather,
I know I have your warmth to hold me over.
Because after all the freezing winds,
Comes the happy days of spring,
And this spring, I'll be happy with you.
So won't you get your converse on,
To come flower picking with me.
We can skip down flower fields,
Picking plenty of rosy red poppies.

In response to a post on love and death

    In loving truly, we have transcended death---
it can't take away that which is divine within us
and remains such with us for all eternity.

In our such 'existence',  death has no room
and walks away---powerless-- never to return again.