NO MAJOR FLAWS - To Kathryn

Too young to be grown up, too old for a child
I appear to be lazy while hormones spring wild.
My brain reigns confusion; I feel in a trap.
while the adults are upon me creating a flap.

I’d much prefer no one ever see me cry.
My bedroom resembles the proverbial sty
but I haven’t the energy to clean up the mess
so there is refuge of peace and neatness.

I’ve not done my homework, or not done it right..
My teachers are helpful, but my grades are a fright.
Then when my actions are discovered I’m grounded.
The adults become madder and I am more hounded.

I’m performing these tricks out of my own frustration
Something’s quite wrong with my own situation.
I don’t know the way, the plan or motivation
to be the girl wanted by the “Organization”.

The whole situation is exceedingly tragic.
My raging and sulking are my new kind of magic.
They stir up my mother with guilt to extreme
Maybe she’ll fix this thing so bothering me.

This is my shriek for some help from my mom.
Be tough on me, please. Please bring me some calm.
My behavior’s unsuitable. But look for the cause.
I am sure you will find there are no major flaws.




MJC
Copyright April 2007

Touche - 2-2007

Who do you think you are
sauntering up here to me
wearing that look of superiority
and that cocky grin?

Why do you think that I
would go out with you
just because all the other girls
are crazy falling all over themselves?

What time are you planning to
come by to pick me up so that
you can meet my Dad and go
through the Inquisition?

MJC
Copyright February 2007

My Knight in Dripping Armor - 4/2006

My knight in dripping armor
jostled me rushing in to shore.
Fearing an ocean in my lungs and
hearing my final gulp of air
he threw me down upon the sand.
His frantic motions actually CPR.

My chest was full and throbbing .
I was struggling to come back.
But then a cough, a heave and
a feeling I had reached a destination.
I searched the face above me:
eye to eye and soul to soul.

I’m long past magic and heroes,
Make-believe or fairytale scenes.
I’ve never seen this or any knight before;
"Dripping armor," "shining" or otherwise.
So how do I know those piercing green eyes
and that voice that finally spoke, “Milady.”?


MJC
April 2006

The Visit - 1-2007

Sitting in the airport to take a flight
Tossing a football to and fro
A man and a boy waiting to go.

Suddenly, the boy whispers, "I love you."
A single tear rolls down his small cheek.
Pale blue eyes gaze pleadingly at the man.
Who grasps the young boy in a fierce hug.

Clinging onto his last shred of composure.
With misty hazel eyes the man forces a smile
and utters in a husky voice to the child,

"Son, it's only three months til our next visit."

MJC
Copyright January 2007