In Poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

I find great allure in the translucent strings

On which a tender thought is hung

And thus, a legacy is strung

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

I am content as the robin sings

And the green unfurls on distant slope

And suddenly the world is a beacon of hope

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

I love the pleasure too lowly for kings

As I pause in a meadow of ten-thousand suns

Lifting their exuberance to everyone

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things

The music of heaven unceasingly rings

In a calliope of present then past

As I hold the treasure of a memory fast

In poetry

Because I am a lover of simple things
I thank God daily for the mercy He flings
In nameless moments of intangible verse
...of hope and love as thoughts immerse
In poetry

© Janet Martin