That's the way life is...
heaped platters stripped beneath ever-eager hunger!
Today has slipped like all days do
Into that crypt of sparkles spent
The pictures it has brushed from view
Still waft in poetry unkempt
Where hug turns
into tug-of-heart
Twixt Here and
where What Was resides
As we become wise to the art
Of hello, (but farewell disguised)
...so then we do not pine so much
Keened to the Reaper’s quickened blade
We learn to linger ‘neath the touch
Of memories still being made
And do not ask for more or less
Than what we have right here, right now
Lest present would-be happiness
Is lost or overlooked somehow
As time in its imperfect charge
Stuns as with its persistent claim
While teaching us to live love large
Before we go from whence we came
After the heaped platter succumbs
To Hunger's ever-eager haste
As echoes strew like starry crumbs
While we are intent on the taste
© Janet Martin
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