A wish in thought’s whisper
The hush of dusk’s sky
Or rush of a river
Cupped soft in a sigh
The echo of laughter
After loved ones part
Its sweet, silent hunger
Secured in the heart
The flip-side of holding
The slip-slide of time
The quiet enfolding
Of past’s pantomime
The sparkle of rain-song
The bending of will
The purple horizon
On westerly hill
The ‘almost’ of learning
The yearning of ‘not’
The swift no returning
Of mere moments wrought
A bud barely open
The banter of birds
Stirs Want of Poem
In search of its words
© Janet Martin
I love the last stanza. I'm not a poet but the banter of birds stirs any poetry longings in me too. It does make me want to reach for my pen and journal ... or a new blog screen.
ReplyDeleteB xox
ah, proof that poetry spills in SO many forms, whether journaling or a new blog screen;-)!
ReplyDeleteThank-you~