Monday, November 27, 2017

Seasons of Life or Life of Seasons

PAD Prompt day 27: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) Of (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.



We walk through rooms
The glory-plumes that fuel wonder
bloom and fade
Soon earth is strewn
with fragments of an afternoon
and love we made

We plow through wars
The shores, when we look back
Don't tell the whole
where ebb and flow 
of dawn to dusk's hello-farewell
wash and cajole

We break through walls
...the shawls we cling to fray
while fingers prize
the fond familiar
estranged, exchanged; we blinded by
stars in our eyes


We wade waist-deep
through fields of flowered grass
soon felled and dead
and peer ahead 
with dread and hope toward the slopes
not clambered yet

Janet Martin~

...this, for me seemed to be the shortest year yet!!!
Can't believe grand-baby is a month away from his first birthday




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