Warriors of Poetry

 

My, my but life/love can be a hard-fought Poem!

Sometimes the empty page mocks the Poet

where frontline/first line footage thunders

like an unanswered prayer!

Each morning is like an empty page

waiting the Poem of Today.

First daylight's swift splash of sunrise has yielded\to just plain Rain Splash!

What will Ink and Quill spill today?

There is much more than meets the page

Of ink-blood left to spill

Surrender, facing center stage

Wears so much rebel still

Between the brute force of desire

And Wonder’s work-day frame

Smolder the embers of a fire

Font yet must fan to flame

Duty and beauty spar and meld

Like diamond-dazzled dust

While angst of prayer-answers withheld

Mold scaffoldings of trust

Sometimes a rhyme’s futility

Mocks the poet at war

With the very same enemy

That Eve did not ignore

My, my, the bloom of love can smart

The thorn that holds the rose

Can rip a hole right through the heart

With what God only knows

The fancy footwork of farewell

Kicks at the pricks; where verse

Is not enough to quench or quell

The blessing (or the curse)

Where age old agonies persist

And ink cannot assuage

The oceanic weight of mist

Waiting to spill to page

…as so much more than we can see

Roars through frontlines of air

While warriors of poetry

Must choose which hues to snare

© Janet Martin

Psalm 51:10

Create in me a clean heart, O God; 

and renew a right spirit within me.