Friday, July 14, 2017

Of Overflow and Undertow





 Without intentional pause, this one lily would bloom unnoticed, 
lost
In the applause of louder plumes

The riot of mere moment leaves
Within its aftermath
The Thing that brings us joy or grief
Depending on its Path

A moment is a twinkle in
The filament of years
But moment hinged to moments spins
Much more than first appears

The overflow of come and go
In moments, seems quite trite
But weaves with whispered undertow
A legacy of life

© Janet Martin


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Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.