A Little Piece of Life...

In every flare and fizzle of future turning to past... In every stolen breath kindled by innocence run rife... In every curlicue capturing colors, echo-cast... In every snared doggerel lives a a little piece of life (Grandchildren are the most wonderfully wearying creatures in the world!!)😅💖 Sometimes as another beloved June 'bites the dust' an intenseink-storm is roused inducing another attempt to tame Time into Poem *** Poetry is much more than ink finagled into artMuch more than oratory chants or dance of lilt and rhymeIn every poem wafts a wisp of the troubadour’s heartIn every lyric lives a little kiss from Father Time In every sigh, a tie that binds the bard to fellowmenIn every line a memento of mortal’s common bondIn every tender tempest roused by pictures from a penA friendly sense of kinship on a journey to Beyond In every ebb and flow of wonder-hunger satisfiedIn every surge of season-dust wrangled to parchment shoresIn every turn of page that feels akin to eventideSomething far more than meets the eye appeases and implores Ah, Poetry is more than glint and gleam of ink-cajoleIn every throb of empathy where love and longing meldIt tunes us to a toll that rattles the cage of the soulTo Cord that will be severed and to Frond that will be felled In every touch that tugs within where hope and despair warsIn ever scene that stirs a fond and sentimental tearIn every finite reach of thought humbled by heaven’s starsPoetry hones us to the holiness of now and here The meeting place of angst and awe and all points in betweenStartling ‘aha’ epiphanies that trial and error earnTremble in every surge of poetry’s syllabic mienTo remind us since time began, ah, such is live-and-learn In every flare and fizzle of future turning to pastIn every stolen breath kindled by innocence run rifeIn every curlicue capturing colors, echo-castIn every snared doggerel lives a a little piece of life © Janet Martin