Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog: May 2016

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Not Finished Yet...

Sometimes when looking back we think

We want what time has mimed to naught

Save in the pitter-patter of

Love tiptoeing across our thought

Sometimes when looking back we hear

What we think are the good, old days

And we allow love’s bitty tear

To cheer us with its good, old ways

Sometimes when looking back we feel

The touch of time, surreal and keen

This thing that heals can cut the heart

With nothing but the what-has-been

Sometimes when looking back we chase

A place that no longer exists

And overlook rainbows of grace

Spiraling where today untwists

Sometimes when looking back we see

Scenes that no hand can resurrect

And suddenly the heart is stirred

To salvage days not finished yet

In a week from today I will celebrate the half-century mark if time tarries, so

I think that entitles me to a teeny-weeny bit of looking back

if simply to remind me of God's love and faithfulness!

Ah, Lovely May

I didn't get my fill of May writing,

partly due to the fact that every May day was filled with May-ways to enjoy...

mostly work with a little play;-)

May Days Collage...It's a little how a mind feels when looking back!

Ah, lovely May, your artist’s tray

Spills daffodil and lilac plume

Then scatters in their petal-wake

Many, oh many a budded bloom

Ah, lovely May, your minstrels play

Time’s greenest green and bluest blue

But then your music fades away

While we are busy loving you

Ah lovely May, your comely way

Makes orchards blush and young love too

And everybody, young and old

Is gladdened by the kiss of you

Ah, lovely May, ah, holiday

From firesides and surly storm

You dance across fresh fields of grass

In flip-flop feet, sunny and warm

Ah lovely May of bloom-fringed path

You slip away far, far too soon

But always in your aftermath

You leave upon dawn's door-sill, June

My farewell song to May;))

Of Maybes That Still May Be

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. Helen Keller
Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/h/helen_keller.html

I have only one small complaint about this May...
it was too quick, but the wonderful thing about the end of May is it always leads to
the beginning of...
June!

The colors of the future, love

No naked eye can see

But Longing hopes forward to slopes

Flushed with what still may be

That Past is like a playground, love

Echoing Time’s demise

Hope longs toward unshapen more

With soft, parental sighs

The door to what may be may be

Quite other than we crave

Pray we do not long for so long

That we miss what we have