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Thursday, December 15, 2022

The Joyous Bells of Poem-time

 




Well, what have we to lose, my dear
Save, a silver shimmer of time
To pause upon parchment veneer
And drink a bit of ink-spun rhyme
And then to find within the swell
Of consonant and vowel lease
Something akin to Yuletide’s bell
Ringing with hope and joy and peace

Well, what have we to gain, my friend
To tame time’s unrelenting zeal
Enough to feel the warp and wend
Of pirouettes in pink and teal
But a fine merge with ink and page
And a renewed awareness of
What matters most from age to age
As would-be longing turns to love

Well, what have we in common but
The constant Thus of live and learn
Where in this grin-and-groan gamut
Wisdom is a crown we must earn
And oft, amidst hard knocks and such
We turn to seek the soft reply
Where once a bard took time to touch
The page with ink wrung from a sigh

Well, what have we to do but look
And listen where lost worlds/words live on
Between the covers of a book
Waiting for us to hap upon
Then, what have we to lose my dear
Save minutes that clock towers chime
While we dance to the songs we hear
In joyous bells of Poem-time

© Janet Martin

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