Warriors of Poetry

My, my but life/love can be a hard-fought Poem! Sometimes the empty page mocks the Poetwhere frontline/first line footage thunderslike an unanswered prayer! Each morning is like an empty pagewaiting the Poem of Today. First daylight's swift splash of sunrise has yielded\to just plain Rain Splash! What will Ink and Quill spill today? There is much more than meets the pageOf ink-blood left to spillSurrender, facing center stageWears so much rebel still Between the brute force of desireAnd Wonder’s work-day frameSmolder the embers of a fireFont yet must fan to flame Duty and beauty spar and meldLike diamond-dazzled dustWhile angst of prayer-answers withheldMold scaffoldings of trust Sometimes a rhyme’s futilityMocks the poet at warWith the very same enemyThat Eve did not ignore My, my, the bloom of love can smartThe thorn that holds the roseCan rip a hole right through the heartWith what God only knows The fancy footwork of farewellKicks at the pricks; where verseIs not enough to quench or quellThe blessing (or the curse) Where age old agonies persistAnd ink cannot assuageThe oceanic weight of mistWaiting to spill to page …as so much more than we can seeRoars through frontlines of airWhile warriors of poetryMust choose which hues to snare © Janet Martin Psalm 51:10 Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.