Sometimes We Write...

Sometimes we write just to relive the night

Where it fell freely to snuff out the day

We trace with ink, echoes drifting away

Swift, soon forgotten but for the delight

Of touch so tender where thought drips from pen

Remnants of splendor to relive again

Fountain of Time spills its own sort of rhyme

Tug-of-war treasure in hold and let go

Sometimes we write just to cradle the flow

Of moment-measure in penned paradigm

Lest as the tolling of dusk-shadows fade

We lose forever fond memory made

Silence can swell with the ache of farewell

How can we hope to remember it all?

Is there safe-keeping for pictures that fall

Ere they are swept to past’s unyielding fell?

We siphon pieces to poetry, then

Sometimes we write to relive them again

© Janet Martin