These
rushing sands
that brush our
hands
With Past’s
expanding promenade
Oft steals our
breath with life and death Where
dusk erects a
barricade…This rain and sun that drains
and runs With
pains, yet stuns us with hooray, Authors the art
that fills the
heart And parts the waters of New Day…
This soul-flexed
dust and hole-vexed trust
Where next and was
will test and teach
Be-hooves,
reproves and always moves
Moment to moment
out of reach
These doors and
locks
and chores and
clocks
And aftershocks of
what seemed small
Helps us
to hold
love’s moment-gold
Where whispers
fold
summer to fall
…and flower-climes
and hour-chimes
And rhymes of
poetry and prose
Are elemental,
Fundamental,
Sentimental,
Monumental
Murmurs leading to
life’s
curtain
close
© Janet Martin
These rushing sands that brush our hands with Past’s expanding promenade
Oft steals our
breath with life and death where dusk erects a barricade
This rain and sun
that drains and runs with pains, yet stuns us
with hooray, Authors
the art that fills the heart
And parts the
waters of New Day…
This soul-flexed
dust and
hole-vexed trust
where next and
was will test
and teach
Be
-hooves,
reproves and
always moves
Moment to moment
out of reach…These
doors and locks
and chores and
clocks and aftershocks of what
seemed small… Helps
us to hold love’s moment-gold
Where whispers
fold summer to fall…and flower-climes
and hour-chimes And
rhymes of poetry and prose Are elemental,
Fundamental, Sentimental,
Monumental Murmurs leading to life’s curtain close
© Janet Martin
...or more traditional format
These rushing sands
that brush our hands
With Past’s
expanding promenade
Oft steals our
breath with life and death
Where dusk erects
a barricade
This rain and sun
that drains and runs
With pains, yet
stuns us with hooray,
Authors the art
that fills the heart
And parts the
waters of New Day…
This soul-flexed
dust and hole-vexed trust
Where next and was
will test and teach
Be-hooves,
reproves and always moves
Moment to moment
out of reach
These doors and
locks and chores and clocks
And aftershocks of
what seemed small
Helps us to hold
love’s moment-gold
Where whispers
fold summer to fall
…and flower-climes
and hour-chimes
And rhymes of
poetry and prose
Are elemental, Fundamental,
Sentimental, Monumental
Murmurs leading to
life’s curtain close
