Poem-Power

 Todays poem-a-day challenge is to write a power poem...

I would be remiss to ignore this; Poem Power💖

I bemoaned the fact the other day that I have more poem books

full of breath-taking poetry than I have life left to read them all,

(unless that was all I did) 

which would leave too many other beautiful loves unattended to💗💖💕

I'm reveling in Edith Holden's beautiful books these days...

A true treasure chest of art, prose and poetry!

Poem-power

It plants a pretty garden where a blank page used to be

A bit of unkempt ink can tango with a memory

And turn what would be nothing but a thought into an ache

That turns into a poem that turns into a keepsake

Its seeps through creases where other ink pieces do not fit

It turns a body inside out yet doesn’t show a bit

It sparkles like a diamond on the backdrop of a sigh

A patchwork quilt of afternoons that dangle from the sky

A poem moans like breakers on the shoreline of the heart

It gathers scattered shells and melds them into works of art

A wisp of you and I entwined through twist and tug of rhyme

Becomes a token that withstands unspoken tests of time

The power of a poem wields a wild and wondrous force

Of cheek to cheek slow-dancing, of love’s touchless intercourse

Where centuries and worlds apart still kindred spirits meet

To trace the fault-lines of a heart with kisses bittersweet

It sweeps soft as a feather across paper ballroom floors

A tender ink-stained tether woven by lost troubadours

Who set the stage for we who race to chase through far-flung gates

A lure tossed into pure unsullied deeps of what yet waits

A poem-memento is unlike any other prize

It scales the heights of passion for the freefall of goodbyes

It flirts with hurt if but to taste the salty sting of years

In wounds beneath the skin that Poem washes with its tears

© Janet Martin

a few more poem treasure-trunks