Joseph Martin III Poems

For those

that grieve.
...

We were just fifteen-
you, me, and my best friend.
sitting inside the cool of your house
playing Dungeons and Dragons
...

Sometimes it is
the low clank of the dinner plate
striking the stainless steel sink
followed by the ting
...

Full bone moon pinned
To the night like a broach
On her soft velvet gown
Of stars and pearlescent skies.
...

For S.P.1932-1963

i
Winter takes leave.
...

I am your priest
kneeling before
the altar of your temple,
the sanctuary of our bed,
...

Beautiful girl

with the easy smile
...

I am a fading shadow
Leaning in a chair against the wall.

My dreams have been blown like
...

Dream realized

you are king of thin air
...

Where did you come from
pale freckled girl with soft skin
and shining mischeveous eyes?
What funny power it is
...