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Carmie Mason Poem
It can be as lonely as you want it to be—
or you can make it whatever you want it to be.
A year seems to be a very long time
if you keep thinking about it
Isolation can be very introspective
if you want to climb inside
A mind is a very powerful tool
if you let it wonder afar
Socialization is an embraceable thought
if you want to suffer it
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2021
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Thoughts on a train . . .
I suppose one begins at the beginning in order to understand the present unless, of course, there is nothing to be understood . . . there is just the present, and that is all that matters.
Beginning is such a strong word—one that requires us to examine the root of something to revisit what need not be unduly disturbed only to be put to rest again.
The beginning brought us to the present that chooses “future” on the menu of time.
The beginning was imperfect and succumbed to what the present is, and what will become the future.
The present sustains itself—self-fulfilling—in anticipation for the future.
I choose the present, having left the beginning behind.
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2021
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Just when you think you’ve lost me . . .
Just when you think you’ve lost me and I’m nowhere to be found—
Stop! Take a moment; look around.
… Feel me in the morning when first light falls across your bed;
open up your sleepy eyes and shake the cobwebs from your head.
… Find me in a garden where morning grass is wet with dew;
think of me as a tender blade reaching out to gently touch you.
… See me as an ardent butterfly kissing an anxious flower;
remember me by lingering— captured by a summer garden’s power.
… See me in the orange leaves as they slowly turn to brown;
think of how we tried to catch them as they lightly floated down.
… See me in the first snowfall as a delicate, soft white flake;
remember the hot chocolate and cookies I used to make.
… See me in the first shy bud that the warmed earth is sure to bring;
think of how we laughed and drank the sweetness of the first sign of Spring.
And then, when the seasons have come and gone— only to begin again—
Stop! Take a moment; look around,
And see that I am found!
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2021
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Feelings
I sometimes wonder if a man ever realizes,
that women, aside from various shapes or sizes
are composed of intricate inner parts,
that when hurt, often smart!
Could it be that they think the obvious—
that all can be sealed with a kiss?
They lack the insight, warmth, and compassion—
that no one should have need to mention!
Could they be so cold; so bold—
who’s to care for them when they’re old?
Truly, the early years tell the tale—
when they’re old, the woman will sail!
For why should she stay at a later date—
when the one she has, isn’t a mate?
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2021
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Awakening . . .
You touched my life
and I will never be the same.
The mark you left colored
the very root of my transparent being.
You touched my life
awakening me to the beauty of love.
The lessons you taught
enabled me to grow out of my imperfection.
You touched my life and for the first time
I feel whole.
The emotion you gave moved me
beyond my imagination.
You touched my life and
I can hear my heart beat.
The warmth you uncovered
wrapped itself around me.
You touched my life
and then you went away.
What you taught, gave, uncovered,
is longing for a chance to be rediscovered!
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2021
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I Miss You…
Why dd you have to go so far?
Couldn’t you have seen that which was near,
sustaining us with the richness of your life
instead of leaving us with a hollowness that
grips our entire body leaving it halved—
like the shell after the meat of the nut has been eaten—
Empty
What was it you wanted?
Did you have to ask the question instead of accepting
the answers all around you, drawing on them
to fulfill your unquenchable need to know—
staying awhile to sip and savor the drink at hand
instead of gulping down the nectar; leaving the glass—
Empty
What did you find?
Was it all you had hoped for; was it worth the sacrifice
Or did you suddenly realize that the want was in
the search and the search did not reward your curiosity,
looking and finding nothing to warrant the fact that you are—
Gone.
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2021
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I am an individual;
separate from any other living thing—
no strings, no leash.
Don’t try to make me just like you!
I am unique! Myself!
Incapable of being another—
no carbon copy; no need to hover.
Don’t try to make me just like you!
I am a complete person with
emotions, needs and desires—
only I can put out the fires.
Don’t try to make me just like you!
I am a single article full
of my own experiences—
past as well as the present.
Don’t try to make me just like you!
I am a spirit free to think and do
as I please—
I am ME!
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2023
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Summer’s End
The sun begins to set a little earlier now—
a gentle breeze brushes past my suntanned face and
I walk briskly on the sand which feels cool beneath my feet.
My pace quickens, like the prance of a Cat on the prowl.
Once home, the trees which line the street on which I live
stand majestically tall. No longer still, they begin to
sway to the music of the gentle breeze which softly touches
and fondles the leaves with a caress that only the breeze can give.
The air envelopes me, telling me it’s cooler than before—
and I run to the place that I call home,
Glad to be sheltered from something I feel in the air—
from a sky whose sun, today, will shine no more.
I pause in the house whose windows openly beckon the freshness of the crisp breeze as it quietly enters, gently pushing aside the ruffled curtains, and as it filters through the rooms—
I suddenly realize, it’s Summer’s End!
Copyright © Carmie Mason | Year Posted 2025
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