The above bedroom, painted purple years ago during a school March-break
and sitting empty for the better part of the past five years (save clutter and cribs)
it is about to get a face-lift after we decide on a colour (or non-colour?)!
Days that seemed so lasting then are nothing now,
but echo-sparkles...
Days glint, their sparkles felled
Like ripples rushed to sea
Where whelming wonders once we held
Meld into memory
What seems so commonplace
In work-week’s tug and kiss
Forges from ordinary days
The very best there is
Where the wee while we have
To ride out highs and lows
Cannot stave off wave over wave
Of love’s high fives and blows
The brunt of here and now
By brute force of tick-tock
With the disguise of where-when-how
Bestows its aftershock
…of echo-addled scenes
That thought alone can see
Captured in crucial in-betweens
Of what was and will be
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!