Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Of Fleeting Melodies

Sheer, phantom oceans surge
Sweeping a blood-red coast
Where joy and grief converge
To shape love’s uttermost

Our nearest, dearest thought
Spills ragged, without skill
And all that we are not
Humbles our stubborn will

I hold you close to me
But even in my clasp
Love’s raw and raging sea
Ushers you from my grasp

…as life’s relentless art
With cool indifference
Shapes and re-shapes the heart
In love’s relinquishments

God, let me never waste
One breath in drudgery
But freely, fully taste
It's fleeting melody

© Janet Martin


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?