Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Last Exhale





 PAD Challenge day 13: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Last (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.


Eastward...

Twilight draws over croft, soft pink
It tiptoes across wooded hush
And etches tree-lines on yon brink
Beneath the rose of eve-tide’s brush

That place where we keened waking thought
Upon the whetstone of new day
Has turned from future into naught
But that which comes to pass away

And suddenly I think of how
A day to week to month to year
With constant, waning undertow
Can make a lifetime disappear

A little lilt of newborn morn
Then far-off chimes, what, twelve o’ clock?
Ere dusk climbs the blue-ladder dorm
Midnight exhales; time turns the lock

© Janet Martin

Westward...

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.