Where Does Time Go?

I hear people ask often, 'where does time go?!' No one seems to know...

The little fellow above that dashed through the door on NewYear's Eve is over a couple months old already! (I always look for this guy's cartoons in our local paper;)

Different Strokes; different folks. Phoenix Rising continues its look at rhyming...so I tried to incorporate internal, slant, near and perfect rhyme into this piece.

Where do you go, oh ether flow of gripping gossamer

The fabric of your free-fall fills us all with awe, kind sir

To touch you is like clutching at the shadow of a tree

Your essence undeniable, your presence none can see

The kiss of you can turn the hue of raven tress to gray

You tip your hat as That-and-This is sealed in Yesterday

Yet in your deft dispersal no rehearsal or rebuff

Can ever full prepare us for the farewell of you, love

Where, as you pass through our glass, is your ageless repose?

The resting place of moment-grace nobody truly knows

Its ilk of silk can bilk the heart until quite unaware

We earn the slow-burn of your hard-learned no-return Affair

Where do you go, kind sir and tell me then, why do you haste?

As seasons smile, still all the while you rile our Touch and Taste

With what we know we cannot slow; your sheer and sure demise

Veils hurricanes where lifetimes wane before our very eyes

© Janet Martin

Happy Birthday Victoria

Joy has many forms and faces

This, I know is true

But I am so thankful for

The joy I know as

You

May you continue to be

The beautiful you

You are

For in the crown of life’s sweet joys

You are a

Shining

Star!

From Victoria's family

Victoria will remember her 14th Birthday as the day she played Anne in her School Musical.

 

 That's Anne with an 'e'

"Oh Matthew, I've had so many dreams but this is the first one that's coming true!"

"You will have to send me back to the orphanage because I will never apologize to Mrs. Lynde!"

"Anne, don't you think you could find a way to just kinda apologize? but don't tell Marilla I suggested it."

'Anne's' birthday-cake choice; Nutella Cheesecake

We found the recipe here 

Ingredients:

10 oz (280 g) graham crackers (digestive biscuits)
5 tablespoons soft unsalted butter
1 13-oz jar Nutella (at room temperature)
¾ cup chopped toasted hazelnuts
1 lb (450 g) cream cheese (at room temperature)
½ cup confectioners’ sugar (sifted)

Method:

Break the graham crackers (digestives) into the bowl of a processor, add the butter and 15 ml or 1 tablespoon of Nutella, and blitz until it starts to clump. Add 25g/3 tablespoons of the hazelnuts and continue to pulse until you have a damp, sandy mixture.

Tip into a 23 cm/9-inch round springform and press into the base either using your hands or the back of a spoon. Place in the fridge to chill.

Beat the cream cheese and confectioners’ sugar until smooth and then add the remaining Nutella to the cream cheese mixture, and continue beating until combined.

Take the springform out of the fridge and carefully smooth the Nutella mixture over the base. Scatter the remaining chopped hazelnuts on top to cover and place the tin in the fridge for at least four hours or overnight. Serve straight from the fridge for best results.

 

Time's Song

 

The formal clock with tick-and tock still takes one by surprise

The old-time sun with mapped rerun still stuns the poet’s sighs

The ancient rays of time’s todays teaches old ways anew

Where none can keep the wonder-weep from yonder deep’s adieu

Darling, the farthing of an hour gathers in its wake

The greeting and the parting of love’s longing give and take

The heart cradles an art collection; who but us can see

The tincture of the pictures we hang in its gallery?

Adept denominator, operator smooth and sleek

Oh, cardinal of mortals, monumental moment-sweep

You kiss the brow of Here and Now with sorrow-joy’s freefall

And fill the rill of Past’s foothill with echoed madrigal

Time’s stumble-grumble-fumble keeps us humble as we go

But by God’s grace, this human race drinks mercy’s overflow

For none can hold the moment-gold of tick and tock for long

Save in the brave renewal and perusal of Time’s song

© Janet Martin

Of Memory-shapes

These are the days by which years disappear

Breath-breadth battalion tick-tocks commandeer

Through blue-eyed summers and winter-white-scapes

Fixed panorama of memory shapes

Past-soldered bastion, how doth thy hold swell?

Ever the ingress of moment-farewell

No thief can enter nor trespasser stray

Where life-lost legions wisp-whisper away

Good-night, good-morning and good-afternoon

Girls become women somehow in this tune

While women wonder just how it can be

Time turns its pages so inaudibly

Break my heart gently, oh traitor, be kind

Help me to love without fearing good-bye

For none can still the hand clocks commandeer

Shaping the hour soft-shaping a year

© Janet Martin

We had a long good-night hug, Victoria and I because its our last hug while she's thirteen. When she wakes up she will be fourteen.

Once-a-week

Come, kind and whistling wanderer and do not fade too fast

Ere on the palm of all-is-calm our give and take is cast

Summer-incognito, paradise and planned demand

Come, once-a-week companion, tug our toes into your sand

Now Laughter is a lark above white winter’s stormy sighs

And Worry is a glove we let slip to soft-lipped good-byes

Love’s Longing is the flavor of a long, slow cup of tea

Where Love is soft-rewarded every once-a-week by thee

Your center-folds are cereal-spilled and cinnamon-bun sweet

Your patrons are the people that fill Duty’s solemn seat

But once-a-week you tweak your expectations just a tad

And make allowances for happiness, Saturday-glad

© Janet Martin

Whether its a tea-party in the snow, a teeny shopping excursion, a new recipe or simply slow-syrupy pancakes Victoria and I try to add a 'Saturday-glad' to each one because Saturdays, after all, only come once-a-week! ;-))