Gargantuan Gate

Ah, daring, unbarring of thought

Its gate a quiescent quill

Sparring with all that yet is not

Gargantuan want and will

How can one extricate

Or trace thought’s phantom form

Or usher through this meager gate

The impact of its storm

The bard bent on intent

Of compositions where

The music of the mind is rent

With footnotes of despair

…is like a beggar, oft

Bartering with the rain

Where bits of babble drift aloft

Like notes in a refrain

We grapple with a sea

Amorphous anthems spill

Where art of reining in its plea

To fit inside a quill

…draws us into the night

To dare to bare its weight

Twenty-four-seven appetite

Barred by a meager gate

© Janet Martin

My sister-in-law told me she is at her boss's beck and call twenty-four seven. I wanted to tell her 'me too!'...but I didn't;)