Will It Be A Fair-poem Morning?

H-m-m-m, I sometimes ask of you as I survey Your fresh lines,

'will you be a fair-poem morning' or a 

or a tight-fisted fighter?

What a treat...those days when 'you' come to me without much resistance!

Sometimes you come to me, begging and pleading

Tender, I trace you from whisper to word

Sometimes I look for you, like a friend needing

More than the murmur of mantras soft-blurred

Sometimes you come to me without fair warning

Stealing my breath with the depth of word-rush

Sometimes you hover, a lover where morning

Will not relinquish what wish cannot touch

Sometimes you come to me all smiles and kisses

Running me through with your ready replies

Sometimes you linger beyond thought’s embraces

Vexing the place only verse satisfies

Sometimes you come to me, easy and willing

Spilling to page like a sea full of dreams

Sometimes I look for you, groan for you, darling

But you are far too far from me, it seems

© Janet Martin