Of Real-Time Poetry (and learning to read it)

The end of the old year and the beginning of the new have seen very little sunshine in our area! Celebrating happiness in today's post! Hopefully, it will be like a splash of sunshine in spite of the weather! The 7-day forecast coming up has yellow in it. yay! I want to be impacted by the thunder of the clock I want to be distracted by fallen leaves on the walk This is the day the Lord has made.Let us rejoice and be glad in it.Psalm 118:24 The hard-pressed quest for happiness can sometimes overlookThe day’s unbridled loveliness in Real Time’s poem-bookOf beauty borne on loved one’s voice, of gladness turned to prayerOf cherishing the charge of choice with conscientious care Of birthday boy, wild with pure joy of turning sweet, sweet sixStill unbothered by life’s employ of moment-metered tricksAnd diehard quests for happiness where happiness runs freeIn the strange font of noise and mess of Real Time poetry Of little girl who tugs the hand of honored smiles run wild (Surely there is nothing so grand as hand-in-hand-with-child)Where Real-Time poetry can mete no sweeter happinessThan tugs and hugs and dancing feet and pretty princess dress Time’s wizened ways, where yesterdays accumulate, becomeA surreal haze charged with displays of Real-Time’s soldered SumWhere change mingled with changelessness teaches us as we ageIn hard-pressed quests for happiness, to treasure every page/stage The changelessness of change adapts to every size and shapeAnd draws dreamland’s fantastic mats out from beneath rapt gapeReminding us not to get caught up in fond fantasyLest we miss the momentous jot of Real-Time Poetry The quest for happiness is like a thief that steals the showWhile buds turn into leaf and hold turns into letting goWhile happiness fills coffers with lyrics that spill and brimWhen love becomes the author and when life becomes a hymn Happiness makes the most of now and here’s imperfect ‘yes’It takes in stride both smile and tear with humbled thankfulnessNot overcome with yearning for what simply cannot beHappiness is in learning to read Real-time Poetry I want to be impacted by the thunder of the clockI want to be distracted by fallen leaves on the walk I wanted be dumfounded no matter which way I lookBy poetry unbounded in life's Real-Time Poem Book © Janet Martin I learned the first song as a little girl at school!