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Wednesday, November 15, 2023

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







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