Where Ten-thousand Poems Brim...

This is the day that the Lord has made.We will rejoice (and rejoice) and be (humbly) glad in itPs.118:24 Seems like every new day bleeds/breedsA fresh crop of poems seeds Seems like every season spillsPlethora of poem-thrills Seems like every hour baredBegs a poem to be snared Seems the world is full of inkBidding thirsty bards to drink Seems life is a garden roomWhere poem-buds wait to bloom Seems a pity then to hasteWhile a poem goes to waste Where a moment waits to beWoven into poetry Seems reason enough to pauseTo glean glints of poem-gauze Seems like everywhere we lookLife is like a poem brook Where each new day lilts and brimsWith ten-thousand poem-hymns © Janet Martin