Hour-tower...or Flower Shower (same poem arranged 3 ways)

These

rushing sands

that brush our hands

With Past’s expanding promenade

Oft steals our breath with life and death Where

dusk erects a barricade…This rain and sun that drains

and runs With pains, yet stuns us with hooray, Authors the art

that fills the heart And parts the waters of New Day…

This soul-flexed dust and hole-vexed trust

Where next and was will test and teach

Be-hooves, reproves and always moves

Moment to moment out of reach

These doors and locks

and chores and clocks

And aftershocks of

what seemed small

Helps us

to hold

love’s moment-gold

Where whispers fold

summer to fall

…and flower-climes

and hour-chimes

And rhymes of

poetry and prose

Are elemental,

Fundamental,

Sentimental,

Monumental

Murmurs leading to

life’s

curtain

close

© Janet Martin

These rushing sands that brush our hands with Past’s expanding promenade

Oft steals our breath with life and death where dusk erects a barricade

This rain and sun that drains and runs with pains, yet stuns us

with hooray, Authors the art that fills the heart

And parts the waters of New Day…

This soul-flexed dust and

hole-vexed trust

where next and

was will test

and teach

Be

-hooves,

reproves and

always moves

Moment to moment

out of reach…These doors and locks

and chores and clocks and aftershocks of what

seemed small… Helps us to hold love’s moment-gold

Where whispers fold summer to fall…and flower-climes

and hour-chimes And rhymes of poetry and prose Are elemental,

Fundamental, Sentimental, Monumental Murmurs leading to life’s curtain close

© Janet Martin

...or more traditional format

These rushing sands that brush our hands

With Past’s expanding promenade

Oft steals our breath with life and death

Where dusk erects a barricade

This rain and sun that drains and runs

With pains, yet stuns us with hooray,

Authors the art that fills the heart

And parts the waters of New Day…

This soul-flexed dust and hole-vexed trust

Where next and was will test and teach

Be-hooves, reproves and always moves

Moment to moment out of reach

These doors and locks and chores and clocks

And aftershocks of what seemed small

Helps us to hold love’s moment-gold

Where whispers fold summer to fall

…and flower-climes and hour-chimes

And rhymes of poetry and prose

Are elemental, Fundamental, Sentimental, Monumental

Murmurs leading to life’s curtain close