Gold-diggers...two versions

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morning spilled 
in gold puddles 
before a hungry cloud 
ate the sun

(I have a feeling the cloud will spew it back onto the sky eventually)

Soft, soft upon the stirring prow of Now the ‘won’t and will’

Of Unknown, wrapped in pink and blue begins unraveling

Where yester-dusk blushed on the hills and sealed its rendering

Behind closed doors of nevermore, now untried mercies spill

Kissing our weary blind-spots with a whisper of hello

And gifting us with opulence of opportunity

The rush of something special, though our gaping gaze can’t see

Breaks wide, a mercy-miracle upon this cursed plateau

…and we, armed with the grace of God and prospect’s polished spade

Are greeted by a host of hope-buds waiting for the touch

Of something special ere they fall prey to Past’s steadfast clutch

Fresh from the Hand of mercy, memories wait to be made

© Janet Martin

What will we fill our pockets with today? 

With or without intention

Memories are being made...

We are hosting our annual super-bowl get-together tomorrow so along with some prep-work,

and mundane awesomeness I hope to add a splash of 'something special'. I don't know yet what it will be so it's time to start digging...

Have a blessed Saturday!

p.s.
same poem with different lines breaks for those who prefer a less lyrical read... 

Soft, soft upon the stirring prow

of Now the ‘won’t and will’

Of Unknown, wrapped in pink and blue

begins unraveling,

Where yester-dusk blushed on the hills

and sealed its rendering

behind closed doors of nevermore,

Now untried mercies spill

Kissing our weary blind-spots

with a whisper of hello

and gifting us

with opulence of opportunity

the rush of something special,

though our gaping gaze can’t see, 

breaks wide

a mercy-miracle upon this cursed plateau

…and we, armed with the grace of God

and prospect’s polished spade are greeted

by a host of hope-buds waiting

for the touch of something special

ere they fall prey

to Past’s steadfast clutch,

Fresh from the Hand of mercy,

memories wait to be made

© Janet Martin