Another Go-round

 (Three separates poem-lets or one full poem...you choose:)

That Big Alarm Clock in the air rouses the morning light

The Hour is at hand with unrelenting appetite

For seasons have no snooze buttons and even as men sleep

The harbinger of winter-summer taps his restless feet

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This thread man treads is like a tightrope hinged beyond the skies  

Time lays its dead beneath the spreading realms of yester-sighs

Prayer grasps at skeins of Hope and pleads for courage to proceed

For day is heavy with the dew of fear and want and need

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Each tick-tock breaks a lock; and Future spills into the Now

Soon thought salutes the troops that fall into its afterglow

While that Alarm Clock in the air pulses with fresh appeal

And wakes the takers for another go-round on Time’s Wheel

© Janet Martin