Past-Immortal...(or The Fleeting Preciousness of It All)

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 Inhale, exhale, take all it will give, for these are life's moments we can never relive...

Sometimes I would stay Time's touches

To slow motion if I could

Exhume from relentless clutches

Mist on meadow, snow on wood

Frost on flowers, purple pleasure

Where alfalfa streams knee-deep

But Time runs in coursing measure

Panoramic moment-sweep

Time's pockets have holes pink, azure

While lips gape to drink what is

It dissolves like sugar-treasure

Always trading kiss for kiss

Neon pantomime swift-fading

Into frayed-edge images

Morning-noon-night promenading

As what is becomes what was

Thought might try to rearrange it

To slow motion now and then

I have learned, I cannot change it

Time's ever ‘remember-when’

So I close my eyes and let go

Savor every dum-de-dum

Before ink captures its echo

Past-immortal in a poem

© Janet Martin

Reading posts  like this one  reminds me anew of the fleeting preciousness of it all.

What is it? he asked softly and I like-soft replied, 'hoar-frost’ though I wanted to say 'Time'.

So we stood there,

Strangers with kindred souls,

Drinking silver silence

Out of a glass-colored world

Lost Slippers and Soft Sea-song

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 Yester-morn earth wore glass slippers...

Branches splashed on moon-washed stillness

Where soft sea-song swept the night

Settles back onto dawn's canvas

Stark outlines of black on white

That room-house of stars has faded

Its slow pleasure put aside

Where Duty’s gray gong invaded

Drifters on its dreamer’s tide

Yester-morn earth wore glass slippers

We tiptoed toward Her door

Quite unsure of our manners

On a sudden castle-floor

But the sun, in giddy gladness

Clamored in glamorous gold

Kissing Her with such intenseness

Our hesitance grew bold

So we thundered to the skyline

Joining droves of noisy ranks

She led us to moon-washed sea-song

Where lost slippers strew Her banks

© Janet Martin

Last night I picked Victoria up at midnight after a ski-trip with her class. The sky wore a wild array of tree-branches looking for those glass slippers they lost somewhere on time's busy day...

Breaking News...paper Walls

 Margo invites us to try an 'opposites attract' poem.

Book-knowledge

Is ignorant

In matters

Of heart

Where

Silence

Thunders

With weighted

Emptiness

A newspaper-

Thick world

Apart

© Janet Martin

When You Dance With the Devil

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 renowned for his brilliance, guile, and versatility...

Renowned for his brilliance, guile, and versatility

I should have kept my guard in place

And never let him kiss my face

In such a cunning bliss

At all

Renowned for his brilliance, guile, and versatility

I should have known in advance

That I didn’t stand a chance

And when you dance with the devil

You fall

© Janet Martin

Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. 1 Pet. 5:8

Today the Sky Wears Blue...

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Today the sky wears azure blue

With just a whiff of cloud or two

Like feather-brooches softly set

To pin the scarf about her neck

The fabric of her garments sweep

In gossamer from deep to deep

And there is no one lovelier

In all of royalty, than her

And should she choose, another day

To wear a modest robe of gray

We will not be too sad because

We will recall how fair she was…

…Today

© Janet Martin

I wrote this earlier before the clouds moved in and snuffed the sun like a candle on a cake.