Like A Poet's Blank Page

 Daybreak-sky fabric was my favorite shade of denim etched in gold...

(photo does not do the real Thing justice)

New day, like a poet’s blank page

Beckons from ether reams

Where bouts of grief and gladness wage

Their wars twixt chores and dreams

To try the warrior of want

With tests to tame the tongue

Where deed alone will prove the font

Of words so aptly flung

Soon Time will tell the total truth

As Choice collects its pay

Where The Unraveler of youth

Takes not one holiday

And not one maestro is immune

And not one bard forgot

The poet’s most passionate tune

Thwarts nothing with ink-jot

…save here and there a sudden storm

For love is bitter-sweet

And sadness can be lithe of form

But heavy with defeat (Du’ feet)

And Hope for all its heaven-sent/scent

Is sometimes hard to feel

Where hunger scores the mortal bent

That poems help to heal

Where new day sets its virgin yen

Before thought’s wondering eye

The fire in The Poet’s Pen

Ignites the ink-well sky

And from the sum that waits to be

Life starts to fill the page

Soft-shaping into poetry

What grief and gladness wage

© Janet Martin