Yesterday included a tour along a photo-path,
How bitterest-sweetest is Time's Aftermath
.and mean-whilst our
water-woe saga continues😢
So far they have discovered the alarm's sensor-ball stuck so it did
not notify us that the pump in the tank, installed during previous water-woes
had taken a holiday!
“Man who is born of woman
Is of few days
and full of trouble.
Job 14:1
But we all know
both highs and lows
follow the same path to
What Once Was!
You leave, and do not grieve the love
In hours we held dear
As echoes ride thy timbre of
A day-week-month, then year
How doth thy gossamer design
Affixed with grin and groan
Plant and purge Verge’s vapour vine
In plots of skin and bone
Where lowest lows and highest highs
And all points in between
Are reduced to the husk of sighs
Where starry eyes had been
You stretch and squeeze and startle us
With ways as old as you
But to the student-heart of us
It feels foreign and new
As we, with brunt of blue-gray-gold
Become attuned to things
Like what is hinged to have-and-hold
With fluttering heart-strings
I do not picture you as crass
But oh, the art you steal
Takes the apprentice of your class
Aback at how we feel
You leave behind the aftermath
Of all you put us through
Then kindly grace life’s beaten path
With Today, Ever New
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!