Flicker

 No time to lose when it comes to Seizing the Moment!

like that moment when you sit a bit 

...and your lap is plunked full of books and babyish 'Weab!'(read)

The Mostly Messy...

It's all just a flicker on the wind... of change.

Doesn't every year seem to pass a little quicker than the flicker before?!

 This is either seven poems or one (you choose) I kinda pegged away at it all day

between household chores, and kissing Grandson's golden-curls etc!

No Time to lose; its ancient dues contingent on each breath

Constant rejuvenation from the archives of its death

Torment and titillation tug and tease; Today, a bark

That sails wide-open seas and disappears into the dark

To leave upon the trampled shoreline of the place it graced

A surreal awareness of what cannot be retraced

Away, away the essence of sheer presence woos and wanes

Where mourning and rejoicing fills its flue with loss and gains

Intangible Before bestows, as it runs through our touch

The ever-after-echoes of its laughter-tears and such

Where sky-high rafters ring with woeful sting and soulful sigh

As we grapple with shadow-dappled wings of days gone by

Time jars and scars where hours fall like stars on hearts and cheeks

An orb that flares and fades then turns to days and days to weeks

Then months, then years, ethereal spheres that spiral through our skin

Like trapeze artists light as air and less than paper-thin

They press the child toward grown men or women who become

Beneath the breath of tick and tock the graves projected sum

No time to spare; this thoroughfare where longing wars with peace

And ignites passion with ‘perhaps’ then signals its release

Teaches the students of its law unalterable Truth

How no one can outsmart the soft undoing of swift youth

…how hosts that toast the god of boast, like pompous puppeteers

Will someday be exposed; then who will save them from their fears

No time to waste; where touch and taste remembers and forgets

Dawn pirouettes, begets high noon then dusky silhouettes

While nature’s medals, summer’s petals, fall like russet snow

As young to old brave heat and cold of living’s come and go

And trade the wilding ways of Want for gaze, gentler and kind

Heartened by simpler Happiness of humble daily grind

No Time to hate; the greatest good of life is always love

It has nothing to hide; needs no excuse its worth to prove

It does not pick and choose nor act on narcissistic aim

But flows from giver to the world without excuse or shame

To make a little brighter-lighter, someone’s trouble-pack

Asking for nothing in return and holding nothing back

No time to leave undone, unsaid the best of say and do

Each precious day is never guaranteed to be seen through

The fragile thread that separates the living from the dead

Is held by Heaven’s holy hope or Hades hellish dread

We choose; no time to lose; before the Soul succeeds the man

As Time is snuffed; the flicker before Mercy’s Master Plan



 © Janet Martin