Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Breath-stealing Motion-picture

Breath-stealing motion-picture
Back-drops no one can keep
Melting before our wide-eyed gaze
Deep passes over deep

Sketched on a screen of summers
Voices like thinning gold
Fade into back-stage shadows
…another scene unfolds

We watch with dumb-struck hunger
Weep salt-wet smiles of joy
Tasting echoes long emptied of
Its little girl or boy

Riveting, its re-play  
Four-season silver screen
Slips today’s here and now into
A new breath-stealing scene

God, pray we do not blindly breathe
Time; whether old or young
But bless the moments that soon spill
In echoes on our tongue

© Janet Martin

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