Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Friday, March 6, 2015

Tomorrow is Today

This is the day the Lord has made;We will rejoice and be glad in it. Ps.118:24

We slept; hours crept, swept swift-slow

Straight-forward slur, soft they

Tiptoe-tumbled; and now, somehow

Tomorrow is today

Yester-today that brimmed, will-wild

No one can ever find

It slumbers where many a child

Left childhood days behind

The font of want and wish and wait

And hope and fear and dread

And faith, frames a gossamer gate

With time’s tomorrow-thread

Still, in its strange, mysterious par

Twixt dusk and dawn’s relay

Time draws through night’s wish-world of stars

From tomorrow, today

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Of Friendly Fireside

Color and temperature of a flame are dependent on the type of fuel involved...wikipedia

yes, its Wikem-Day. If you are a regular reader you will know what this means, but if you are new to this word, check its definition here!

I seek them out

Drawn it seems,

By fearless trust

And brave day-dreams

Undeterred

By history

Souls soft-stirred

With mystery

Eyes, like candles

Brightly-strung

Time is long

For they are young

So, I seek them out

Where hungry desire

Bids me warm frozen dreams

At childhood's fire

On Sunday I look forward to a new term as a grade six Sunday-school teacher. I am always excited, not so much for what I will teach them, but for what they will teach me!

Also, I would love to share one of my favorite fireside poems

There in the flame of the open grate,
All that is good in the past I see:
Red-lipped youth on the swinging gate,
Bright-eyed youth with its minstrelsy;
Girls and boys that I used to know,
Back in the days of Long Ago,
Troop before in the smoke and flame,
Chatter and sing, as the wild birds do.
Everyone I can call by name,
For the fire builds all of my youth anew.
Outside, people go stamping by,
Squeak of wheel on the evening air,
Stars and planets race through the sky,
Here are darkness and silence rare;
Only the flames in the open grate
Crackle and flare as they burn up hate,
Malice and envy and greed for gold,
Dancing, laughing my cares away;
I've forgotten that I am old,
Once again I'm a boy at play.
There in the flame of the open grate
Bright the pictures come and go;
Lovers swing on the garden gate,
Lovers kiss 'neath the mistletoe.
I've forgotten that I am old,
I've forgotten my story's told;
Whistling boy down the lane I stroll,
All untouched by the blows of fate,
Time turns back and I'm young of soul,
Dreaming there by the open grate.

Edgar Albert Guest

To Time's Passengers

The above message is for each of us to take to heart every day...
from the movie The Help

The strict alarm-clock bites the air

And pushes progress into flight

Cloud-ships, unruffled by fan-fare

Sail stirring seas of first daylight

Time’s passengers, we, the people

Rouse and rise to face, who knows?

Duty and desire mingle

In euphoric highs and lows

Beck and call fills out new dockets

Purposed or not, we all reply

Some, for pennies in their pockets

Some, for dream-dust in their eye

Some become the king of dollars

Some, pure sunshine for the heart

We, the people, first-time scholars

All must learn to do our part

…and within our coming-going

Whether we see it or not

We touch others, oft not knowing

The full impact of spilled thought

We, the people, yon and hither

Should keep this one thing in mind

…how our splash of dash-and-dither

Affects those following behind

I've been pondering this line since reading it the other day...

But at that moment I realized what may be the biggest tragedy of all—that we can always see the effect of this world upon us, but rarely the effect of us upon the world.

By Bill Coffey from Affecting Our World