Sunday, July 16, 2023

July-Content


This poem comes courtesy of a sudden thunder/rain-storm,
turning a Sunday night walk into a bolt,
pause,
puff-puff,
bolt,
walk-puff-puff
and dash like-the-older-age-dickens back home...

(of, course by the time this poem was finished the sun was shining once more)





No need to plead for what is not
Where flower-hours pour
Nor to scale heights of spent delights
To gaze to days of yore

No taunt to kindle Winsome Want
Where lily-lantern gleams
Nor to dredge deeps of Bygone’s sweeps
For unrewarded dreams

No hollow to wish-wallow in
Where winsome leaf-song sighs
And strums the soul with the cajole
Of high-noon lullabies

No good to yearn for the return
Of once-upon-a-clock
While arbors flaunt the floral font
Of rose and hollyhock

No ‘why’ to cast with wistful eye
While Time is July-crowned
Nor mourn to feel the westward keel
Of summer autumn-bound

For Here it is’ Sweet July bliss
In all its lovely forms
Wildflower flings, hummingbird wings
And sudden thunderstorms

© Janet Martin

I did not see kitty till I uploaded the photo to my computer😂💓






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