A Little Piece of Life...

In every flare and fizzle of future turning to past...

In every stolen breath kindled by innocence run rife...

In every curlicue capturing colors, echo-cast...

In every snared doggerel lives a a little piece of life  

(Grandchildren are the most wonderfully wearying creatures in the world!!)😅💖

Sometimes as another beloved June 'bites the dust' an intense

ink-storm is roused inducing another attempt to tame Time into Poem

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Poetry is much more than ink finagled into art

Much more than oratory chants or dance of lilt and rhyme

In every poem wafts a wisp of the troubadour’s heart

In every lyric lives a little kiss from Father Time

In every sigh, a tie that binds the bard to fellowmen

In every line a memento of mortal’s common bond

In every tender tempest roused by pictures from a pen

A friendly sense of kinship on a journey to Beyond

In every ebb and flow of wonder-hunger satisfied

In every surge of season-dust wrangled to parchment shores

In every turn of page that feels akin to eventide

Something far more than meets the eye appeases and implores

Ah, Poetry is more than glint and gleam of ink-cajole

In every throb of empathy where love and longing meld

It tunes us to a toll that rattles the cage of the soul

To Cord that will be severed and to Frond that will be felled

In every touch that tugs within where hope and despair wars

In ever scene that stirs a fond and sentimental tear

In every finite reach of thought humbled by heaven’s stars

Poetry hones us to the holiness of now and here

The meeting place of angst and awe and all points in between

Startling ‘aha’ epiphanies that trial and error earn

Tremble in every surge of poetry’s syllabic mien

To remind us since time began, ah, such is live-and-learn

In every flare and fizzle of future turning to past

In every stolen breath kindled by innocence run rife

In every curlicue capturing colors, echo-cast

In every snared doggerel lives a a little piece of life  

© Janet Martin