Where Ten-thousand Poems Brim...

This is the day that the Lord has made.

We will rejoice (and rejoice) and be (humbly) glad in it

Ps.118:24

Seems like every new day bleeds/breeds

A fresh crop of poems seeds

Seems like every season spills

Plethora of poem-thrills

Seems like every hour bared

Begs a poem to be snared

Seems the world is full of ink

Bidding thirsty bards to drink

Seems life is a garden room

Where poem-buds wait to bloom

Seems a pity then to haste

While a poem goes to waste

Where a moment waits to be

Woven into poetry

Seems reason enough to pause

To glean glints of poem-gauze

Seems like everywhere we look

Life is like a poem brook

Where each new day lilts and brims

With ten-thousand poem-hymns

© Janet Martin