Poem: Jazz Memory

Jazz Memory

A sweet blue light
Riding the high notes
Coming at me, delighted,
Wanting to play wild
And rest peaceful.
I reach out to touch tease it,
To please it,
To gentle it down with
Kisses on the forehead,
To hold it near and dearly.
But it slides away into
That was then,
And this is now.

And it takes another soft light
Coming in grounded on bass notes,
Wanting to calm care comfort
Wanting to hold me near and dearly,
Wanting to remind me
What was then
Will always be in now.

-- meganthemegan 11/7/2006

Poem: Halloween Poem

Halloween Poem

Last night many kings came to my door
and beautiful African princesses --
a monster or two,
Spiderman once or twice.

The little ones delighted by my witch hat
    because this witch did not bend over to eat them
but crouched down to greet them
   with a smile, on their level.

Then the ones for whom
   this would be the last Trick or Treat
until they hold the hands
  of their own little ones on chilly October nights.
I heard their joy -
  one night to not act like teenagers
who know everything and are pretending to be bored.

When is it we get too old
To knock on a stranger’s door
And ask for something sweet?

--meganthemegan 11/1/2006