Let's Live Poetry (the reason to write it)

PAD Challenge day 17: For today’s prompt, write a reason poem.

Reasons I write and read poetry

 ...because summer slips through the stars far too soon

because morning drip-drips into afternoon ...
Warning (this is one of those poems I had to rein in with 'whoa Nellie'!)😉

Because the brook murmurs and the milk cow moos

And little tot flutters his big, baby blues

…and mothers are always with their child in heart

And new day is always a fresh work of art

Because spring, ah spring fills and spills dappled drink

Where the poet grapples with purple and pink

Where blossom-confetti wafts softly and decks

The emerald of earth with pastel-perfumed flecks

…because after the hour of flower is through

A poem can gather its petals anew

…because trouble and sorrow must have its say

But a Poem can brush tender tears away

Or usher salt-stars from soul-deeps to the shore

To help hurt and hunger find laughter once more

Because wonder, wishes and worry oft spar

Because of who, what, where and how people are

Because we love Beauty; how its steals our breath

And Poem can suture the wounds of its death

To remind, as its stitches brave the eyes of men

That Richness remains to make us glad again

Because we all need the Greatest of These; love

Not one of us, by ourselves is complete or enough

For love must be given in order to find

And how can we give without someone in mind

And then when we feel the heel of heartache press

Love, wrapped in Poem can stir happiness

And Happiness hinged to the Giver of life

Makes worthy this earthy fling of joy and strife

Because of the cross that precedes Victor's Crown

Where Love gave Himself and laid His life down

I write poetry to keep pieces of Past

The music of moments slips through us so fast

It’s hard to remember September, my dears

After the culled ember of leaf disappears

After laughter’s lilt in farewells that must be

The grave keeps the body but we, poetry (aka memories)

Forgive me for rambling; the rhythm of rhyme

Teases font to dance to the rubric of time

Because when its bully kicks me in the shin

I retaliate with a poem, and grin

I write when the rush of ink runs deep-sea blue

The page is a chasm for Poem to run through

I write in parched places when I must beseech

The pen to touch the faces that fingers can’t reach

Because Poem whispers across years and miles

The world drawn together by syllabic smiles

Because I believe we would all better be

If we took more time to read more poetry

Because my dear love, we are all fellowmen

And Poem can mother our common-ground yen

...and Poem can help us on throughways of sod

To grace gifted breath by the glimpses of God 

Ah, look there His touch, where without poetry 

Trouble and such might be all we would see

So I write Poetry, lest noise-mongers dim

The eye and the ear to the Whisper of Him

Because we all need Someone worth living for

While work-work-work keeps the wolf from the door

While live-laugh-love wears the glove of life thin

While we stuff echoes into pockets of skin

…because the wall crumbles that stood tall and strong

Because nothing stays The Way It Is for long

Because better days are not always ahead

And Poem is life’s bit o’ butter on bread

Because we all grow old sooner than we thought

Stunned by Surrender whether willing or not

And none of us knows how long Future will be

Then by all means, darling, let’s live poetry

For what could be better than living life smitten

With poetry still waiting to be written

© Janet Martin