End of Game

All ye all ye in free!
So we were called home
at the edge of dusk
when the lights were starting to glow
in the houses,
and the evening’s cool
was softening the sky
and we would all return
to the separate circles
of those lights, and our families.

Well, it’s getting to be
the end of the game
and all the chosen roles
and all the tokens
are swirling down the vortex
towards their fall
What will we hear of next?
It’s a strange thought
that everything might be falling
but we can’t feel it
any more than we feel the earth’s spin
But there are signs
that the whole game is ending
so we are looking up
ready to be called home.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2013


Mountain Time

Yeah, I’ve been here a long time
Maybe about as long as a mountain.
I’ve learned to settle in,
Deeply etched by all the watersheds
whose paths I then determine.

Weather brings on its steady drama
Sometimes stilled by me, sometimes augmented
I let things flow through me like that,
Let them change me,
Bring me ever closer to myself
(Canyons of time and tears expose my core)

Today I feel as if
I will be here a long time
Maybe as long as a mountain.
Tomorrow I may feel
ephemeral as a cloud.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 19, 2013


Deep waters

The river runs swifter
on this stretch between the high banks
And many
who have plied the currents confidently
all these years 
Still find themselves
unequal to its strength.
Their paddles catch,
Their little craft disintegrate
or founder,
They reach for other boats
Or sweep along alone
And the “I told you so”s of younger times
now sink, or echo, hollow
in their irony.
Before long, there’s no longer time
to think about the past
The river bears them onward
True to its own course.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2013


Moment

In this moment of bright sun
Lighting up the leaves and needles
Making clinging raindrops iridescent spheres
Painting shadows, elegant, along all northern sides
I must write quickly

Fleecy clouds that fly illumined
Dancing in their sudden splendor
Also form the vanguard of a darker front
In this moment
Smoke from chimneys joining steam
that rolls from sun-warmed roofs
Wet roads as bright as mirrors
Trees stretched out across a blue almost forgotten
I must write quickly
before it’s gone.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2012


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And now for tonight’s poem:

Implicate Order

Every hidden thing
will find its way to surface
in the folding and refolding
of the necessary permutations

All the patterns possible in each design
must lay their sequences 
along the dance of time
It isn’t destiny unrolling
in a rigid line
It’s more the complex undulations of a plane
wherein no signal, however small, is lost
Though it may seem confused, distorted, tossed
by all the other waves that intersect
Each thing that is
will have its full effect.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2012


Late August

Summer tumbles
in somersaults and quick cartwheels
Everyone rushing to have fun
Taste last fine times while sun’s
bright fruits 
still ooze their juices

Night falls faster
Crickets’ serenade continues
Coolness creeps around the edges of the days
Goldenrod reigns
And the scent of dried wildflowers,
And pangs of endings and beginnings
crash into each other’s heels
in a dazed attempt
to brake
against the steep acceleration of the year.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2012