Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Of Almost-Poems





Ah troubadour, vexing the schemes of pen
You dangle unformed; vainly we beseech
Your laughter drifting just beyond our reach
A madrigal taunting the dreams of men

Almost, the wind combing the moon-brushed hill
Unravels your mute, mystic revelry
We glean the quiet, poised in poesy
But you evade the ink-breath in our quill

Elusive lover; will we ever know
The sweetness of your nectar, fancy-spun
A sparkle on the sea in glints of sun
A rush of vapor-ocean ebb and flow

Ah, troubadour of thought-blood left unshed
The compositions in your phantom sigh
Evokes a hunger in the poet’s eye
For all the rivers that remain unbled

© Janet Martin

Does it drive you crazy too...reaching for that thought that cannot be spelled?




Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Clandestine Meeting


Fancy meeting you here
I was turning to leave
When someone called to me
And there you were

You show up in the most unexpected places
Easily, you slip
Into the eyes and lips
Of other people's faces

There is nothing bashful in your stance
And you know what my answer will be
Even before you ask me
'Shall we dance'?

Why do you have to be so....nice?
I've never met anyone like you
It's funny, what a memory can do.....
And how willingly we pay its price

Yes, fancy meeting you tonight
I was really just out to get some air
But you seem to show up everywhere
Somehow you always get it right

Janet~