Monday, May 1, 2017

The Poem...

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

Yesterday disappeared without a chance to 'play' the final prompt but it's never too late to poem:)

The poem of April reserves its right to be written again and again

I suppose life would go on with one less verse or two
As we employ the hand with fixed demand of Duty’s ‘do
And I suppose we never really miss what is not penned
But still, life would lose half its bliss without this; poem-friend

Could we be quite as happy without lilt and lay of rhyme?
It weds to heart what eye beholds where beauty’s belfries chime
And what pray tell, would snare the swell of seasons as they flare
Without ink-pictures gleaned from spigots hung on yawning air?

And how else would we cradle in a smile the little boy
After that infant isle of freedom’s innocence and joy
The new born babe, so brief a babe but in a poem’s keep
…the thrill remains of mother as she rocks them while they sleep

The poem-violet blooms year-round, with poem-vim, the Past
From vaults of verse returns to resurrect its frozen cast
Then, we do not forget to dance, romance of Yester-year
Will wrap its arms around us as lost ballrooms reappear

The poem is a little girl with golden curl, bare feet
A color-splash where rain-song-gray washes window-framed street
A pumpkin-piled wheelbarrow or a wild-flower bouquet
A world of wish and whisper gathered in a triolet

The poem is a paradox of fact and fantasy
Where God ordained an inkwell primed with perfect poetry
Thereby it is, the tickle of pen can stir the soul
To happiness again where it seemed it had found a hole

The fountain of youth is in truth, a Thing of poetry
The ilk that keeps it filled instills delightful buoyancy
Therefore, oh sweet and oft forgotten soldier of the tome
I raise a humble verse of praise in honor of The Poem

© Janet Martin

A wonderful poem about poems here

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!