Monday, June 4, 2018

Hour-tower...or Flower Shower (same poem arranged 3 ways)



These
rushing sands
that brush our hands
With Past’s expanding promenade
Oft steals our breath with life and death Where
dusk erects a barricade…This rain and sun that drains
and runs With pains, yet stuns us with hooray, Authors the art
that fills the heart And parts the waters of New Day…
This soul-flexed dust and hole-vexed trust
Where next and was will test and teach
Be-hooves, reproves and always moves
Moment to moment out of reach
These doors and locks
and chores and clocks
And aftershocks of
what seemed small
Helps us
to hold
love’s moment-gold
Where whispers fold
summer to fall
…and flower-climes
and hour-chimes
And rhymes of
poetry and prose
Are elemental,
Fundamental,
Sentimental,
Monumental
Murmurs leading to
life’s
curtain
close

© Janet Martin








These rushing sands that brush our hands with Past’s expanding promenade
Oft steals our breath with life and death where dusk erects a barricade
This rain and sun that drains and runs with pains, yet stuns us
with hooray, Authors the art that fills the heart
And parts the waters of New Day…
This soul-flexed dust and
hole-vexed trust
where next and
was will test
and teach
Be
-hooves,
reproves and
always moves
Moment to moment
out of reach…These doors and locks
and chores and clocks and aftershocks of what
seemed small… Helps us to hold love’s moment-gold
Where whispers fold summer to fall…and flower-climes
and hour-chimes And rhymes of poetry and prose Are elemental,
Fundamental, Sentimental, Monumental Murmurs leading to life’s curtain close

© Janet Martin


...or more traditional format



These rushing sands that brush our hands
With Past’s expanding promenade
Oft steals our breath with life and death
Where dusk erects a barricade

This rain and sun that drains and runs
With pains, yet stuns us with hooray,
Authors the art that fills the heart
And parts the waters of New Day…

This soul-flexed dust and hole-vexed trust
Where next and was will test and teach
Be-hooves, reproves and always moves
Moment to moment out of reach

These doors and locks and chores and clocks
And aftershocks of what seemed small
Helps us to hold love’s moment-gold
Where whispers fold summer to fall

…and flower-climes and hour-chimes
And rhymes of poetry and prose
Are elemental, Fundamental, Sentimental, Monumental
Murmurs leading to life’s curtain close



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