Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Memory-Matrix

 A bit of today's moment-glitter snared as it sparkled by...

'Of Little Girls'


....and raindrop pearls


...and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet...




Memories are 
precious keepsakes
waiting to be cast
And moments are 
like golden glitter 
pouring to the past
While we are tasting 
tears and laughter, 
while a season spills
Into an ever-after rafter, 
memory’s matrix fills
…with sweet and spicy, 
tart and bitter,
 thorny stem and rose
A motley mix 
is memory glitter,
 shaping mementos
With glints of springtime 
seed we scatter; 
tints of fall fruit felled
We smile while welkin- 
whispers shatter 
what we briefly held
A merry-making, 
heart-string aching 
undertaking, oh
A hush-a-bye, 
then my-oh-my 
how far-too-fast you grow
Then make the most 
of what soon decks 
the halls of yesterdays
For memory-glitter 
falls like snow 
on begging, gaping graves 
 April is 
nature’s harbinger 
to summer’s bloom parade
Of petaled fireworks;
 buds flower, 
dazzle, fizzle, fade
Where pretty violet 
starlight stipples 
green’s first vivid hues
Where woodlands burst 
with feather-frescos
 etched on 
boundless blues
…where we look up 
to catch the colors 
from a cup that tips
gossamer glitter 
sparkling through our 
eager arms and lips
Into a mold 
that holds the marbled mist 
of days gone by
Unfolding precious keepsakes 
in the twinkle of an eye
…as we become 
the curator 
of Time’s collected toll
Where memories 
fill galleries 
that only thought can stroll
Reminding us 
not to get lost
 too long in what is spent
Lest precious moment-glitter 
gilds sad sighs 
of discontent
For April always 
turns to May, 
then May to June-July
Time never takes 
a holiday 
as hours hasten by
A fount that overflows 
with farewell’s font, 
it's melodies
The glitter that 
is turning moments 
into memories
Of little girls 
and raindrop pearls 
and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet
Of Happiness 
in lunchtime messes,
 pudgy baby feet
Of work and play 
and hope and praying  
'if the Lord so wills'
We're making precious memories 
as moment glitter spills

© Janet Martin


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Memories are precious keepsakes waiting to be cast
And moments are like golden glitter pouring to the past
While we are tasting tears and laughter, while a season spills
Into an ever-after rafter, memory’s matrix fills

…with sweet and spicy, tart and bitter, thorny stem and rose
A motley mix is memory glitter, shaping mementos
With glints of springtime seed we scatter; tints of fall fruit felled
We smile while welkin whisper shatters what we briefly held

A merry-making, heart-string aching undertaking, oh
A hush-a-bye, then my-oh-my how far-too-fast you grow
Then make the most of what soon decks the halls of yesterdays
For memory-glitter falls like snow on begging, gaping graves

April is nature’s harbinger to summer’s bloom parade
Of petaled fireworks; buds flower, dazzle, fizzle, fade
Where pretty violet starlight stipples green’s first vivid hues
Where woodlands burst with feather-frescos etched on boundless blues

…where we look up to catch the colors from a cup that tips
Gossamer glitter sparkling through our eager arms and lips
Into a mold that holds the marbled mist of days gone by
Unfolding precious keepsakes in the twinkle of an eye

…as we become the curator of Time’s collected toll
Where memories fill galleries that only thought can stroll
Reminding us not to get lost too long in what is spent
Lest precious moment-glitter gilds sad sighs of discontent

For April always turns to May, then May to June-July
Time never takes a holiday as hours hasten by
A fount that overflows farewell’s momentous font with ease
The glitter that is turning moments into memories

Of little girls and raindrop pearls and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet
Of Happiness in lunchtime messes, pudgy baby feet
Of work and play and hope and praying 'if the Lord so wills'
We're making precious memories as moment glitter spills

© Janet Martin

2 comments:

I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!