Poetry, Waiting to be Written

 (This morning it is gray rain-poetry; see below, so I chose a photo from earlier this week)

The dawn is imbibed with expectation

And diminishing deep

We are drunk with the elation

Wrought by sleep

As footsteps dash,

They slip and splash

Into its gilded room

The earth, a palace

We, the kings and queens

Of mercy’s bloom

To wish and dream another day

To live and laugh

And love and pray

And bear the virtue of its sway

Until Time’s bending tide

Breaks on the cove of twilight’s shore

And it is gone forevermore

Into the ditch with days of yore

Blessing and burden lie

Poetry flickers in each precious tick

Mortality trembles; a flame on life’s wick

Janet~

Rain-poetry; this NOT what our typical mid-January looks like.

 

Sunday Whirl: #91