Monday, July 10, 2023

Like Sea-song...

 


Time rushes through heart doors and rolls like sea-song into memories
It roars through dreams where nothing seems to faze the toll it takes with ease



It grins and thins blue-sky July like pigment on a painter’s tray
While a collection of impressions, like blown bubbles, wafts away


And draws us nearer to that place we all approach with every breath
The grace of where we are is scarred with mementos of life and death


Magnificence of innocence soon stripped of luster of first leaf
How soon we start to recognize the bloom of every bud is brief


Ah, today does not bat an eye as it marches through you and me
Turning the future into past, cast in ethereal imagery


As, what was once so riveting and all-encompassing becomes
A trail of seasons scattered like flower petals and cookie crumbs


Where, while time rushes through us like sea-song that rolls across the shore
The older that we get we pause to hear its music more and more

© Janet Martin






2 comments:

  1. So many lovely lines! And such wonderful summer photos.

    Love this line: "The grace of where we are is scarred with mementos of life and death". So true.

    And this one: "...today does not bat an eye as it marches through you and me // Turning the future into past". True...today never bats an eye, unlike us, who are ever blinking as if we've got dust in our eyes.

    And this one too: "Where, while time rushes through us like sea-song that rolls across the shore
    The older that we get we pause to hear its music more and more". Oh yes, I find myself pausing more and more to hear those sea-songs.

    Beautiful. Thank you, dear Janet! xo

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    1. thank-you so much for your kind comment. That 'sea-song' certainly can make one sentimental<3 Being more patient and content is one of getting older's sweet surprises!

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