Of Shorelines, Seas and Sailors...some Sonnets

You lean against the silence; deep inside

Your plaintive sigh aches in dawn’s pristine hush

Where colors of a rising, falling tide

Fills winter’s stricken stance with summer’s rush

Tracing the outline of thought’s shadow-land

The bloom and bracken sway in buxom breeze

Along a bank where footprints in its sand

Have washed upon a shore of memories

There is no proof of moments I may seek

But for its whisper gleaming on my cheek

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I am not discontent; Time has no rules

But one; it takes and gives in the same breath

While hope unravels from its lofty spools

And dodd’ring dream succumbs to its last death

The crimson morning rends the slumb’ring deep

Where faith and fantasy, their duels wage

And we beneath their vigil laugh and weep

Across the twinkle of Time’s vapor stage

Replenishing with virgin hope the stream

Reaching to seize the dreamer from her dream

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Moment by moment, like a pink platoon

Dawn’s squadron marches to its ordained height

Where gold and azure vertex of high-noon

Drops from its pinnacle into the night

And we, caught twixt its future and the past

Where silences are filled with memory’s sigh

Ponder leviathan moments mercy-cast

Dripping from heaven to the by-and-by

While we glean from its effervescent tide

The drops that form an ocean deep inside

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The aftermath of moments sweeps a shore

That we are each the lone spectator of

Gazing at life’s bygone forevermore

Fraught with framed fragments of longing and love

Borne in the limbo of mortality

This surge of moments cannot pause or cease

As we, the sailors on its silver sea

Point our prows toward heaven’s release

Recognizing He who holds the cup

Whereon we sail and moment’s tears fill up

© Janet Martin  

 The Lord rewards everyone for their righteousness and faithfulness. 1 Samuel 26;23

This day is climbing with quiet haste
Filled with moments too precious to waste