Thursday, May 30, 2019

Middle-age Mother's Musing...





To let go without losing wonder
To sense on the tense tides of change
So much yet to master and ponder
So much yet for time to estrange

Where torn between worlds past and future
The present runs rife with life’s charge
And wounds that no surgeon can suture
Slashed deep in the heart of the barge

Where it is too late to untangle
Loosed threads that have severed their ties
While we are still trying to wrangle
The rebel that rouses our sighs

And rushes like winds through the wild woods
Charging like a maddened platoon
That crushes the bloom of lost childhoods
To shards shaped like echoes of June

Where oft, like a soft summer’s vesper
Time’s Maestro immerses the breeze
With murmurs of morrow and yester
Of maybes and memories

© Janet Martin


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