...and Then There is This

Today had some wild-tantrum Is-moments,
I was tempted to s-wish over that thin-air-precipice before they turned to Was,
but they passed and now very messy-house sigh-lence prevails!
(p.s. Funny story. My sister saw this shortly after it was posted so she phoned me😁😂 to break the silence and see what I'd say, among other reasons) Sisters are The Best!

…and then There is Is

Slipping over a precipice

Vaulted on thin air

Drawing the shutters

Of blue to black velvet

Over our wide-eyed stare

And then there is Was

The What that we handled

Felled by dusk’s darkening bars

Snuffing the candle

That hung from the heavens

Blowing the night full of stars

…and then there is Will Be

Waiting to wow us

With what nobody has seen

Turning the sparkle of Is

Into blue-purple-y

Echoes of What Has Been

© Janet Martin

Sound of Silence ...