Showing posts with label bubbles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bubbles. Show all posts

Friday, May 31, 2013

Arabesque Avalanche



The flowers walk past me while I’m standing still
The moon climbs the stairs to its heavenly hill
The moments that held such mystery and appeal
Fall into the fairway of history’s seal
It seems to happen while I’m standing still

The babies that held me are taller than I
Someday perhaps they will teach me to fly
It happens so quickly, the ebb and the flow
Over, beneath me, holding, letting go
Now my babies are bigger and braver than I

Arabesque oceans of hours and years
Surging in memory over thought’s phantom piers
Am I standing still while Time rushes ahead?
For I see a lifetime unravel its thread
In shimmering laughter and tears

© Janet Martin

Remember twirling on a rope-swing, spinning, spinning, then stopping while the world continued to tilt and twirl...that's what it feels like sometimes; Life, twirling by while I feel myself in slow-motion, trying to take it all in!


Moments are like bubbles...as we catch them they disappear.



Saturday, April 6, 2013

In the End It Always Ends



Because every thing ends...
the tree from an acorn
expanding its shadow
over childhood's lawn
...the blush creeping
over frost-diamond meadow
in the first trembling hour of dawn
the love song, the laughter, the picture-show
in spite of half-breath bliss
is a moment by moment surrender
to its  farewell kiss
for the beginning of all things mortal
will end; its destiny
nudging us ever forward
to eternity...
 
...so treasure each timorous moment
falling like petals of mist
drink from time's ethereal fountain
revel in its bubble-bliss
for each end is a new beginning
each beginning is not the end
and its not the beginning
but how we finish
that ultimately counts, my friend
so, suffer its stumbling and fumbling
 the ends that ever must be
before life's surging vapor reaches
its final destiny
of endless eternity

Janet~


Thursday, July 26, 2012

Of Bubbles and Troubles




Soon this bubble
Of toil and trouble
Will meet a bubble’s fate
We ought to say
What we wish we would say
Before it is too late

Don’t let the trouble
On this earth-bubble
Rob you from love’s precious smile
Life is a glance
Of fleeting chance
So let’s make its moment worthwhile

© Janet Martin