Tuesday, December 28, 2021

Awesome Overtures or Moment-ous Ink


The gold of moments molds mementos we cannot hold in our hands
It composes strange concertos from the sum of settled sands


Eventide’s subtle rebuttal eases the brunt of day’s death
With skylines where pink-gold-purple teases eyes and steals our breath



The gold of moments molds mementos we cannot hold in our hands
It composes strange concertos from the sum/thrum of settled sands
Nothing in the world can alter the momentum of the clock
Soon the Flare of Now will falter on the wick of tick and tock

Look, the lane once fringed with daisies wears a chain of snowflake stars
What once drove desire crazy decks the halls of yester-bars
Let’s not take today for granted; let’s make it a work of art
For its echo soon is planted in the garden of the heart

The ink of ten thousand oceans sweeps shorelines of Bygone’s grave
While we wrangle into Poem the sun-sparkles on its wave
Lyrics of lament and laughter sealed in stanzas set to rhyme
Before soon pours into After; where After hoards ash of Time

Ever-afters last forever hinged to morning's virgin yawn
After and before are tethered to a weathered on-and-on
Where endings beget beginnings destined to augment Past's stash
As twilight collects its winnings; dust-to-dust and ash to ash  

Eventide’s subtle rebuttal eases the brunt of day’s death
With skylines where pink-gold-purple teases eyes and steals our breath
Thievery like this is common when wonder fulfills its charge
Where we bear witness to awesome overtures of God at large

© Janet Martin

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