*A repost for the end of National Poetry Month*
Only crumbs in the cookie jar.
And the ice cream carton rests
Limp and exhausted in the trash.
April is nearly finished,
But poetry endures forever.
My children have grown up and moved out,
their shouts and play are mere echos
until grandchildren come bounding in.
But poetry lines my shelves,
in the corners of my emotions,
swirls me about in rhythmic strands,
delights me in solitude.
Sweet on my tongue,
Yes, April is fading.
Poetry endures forever.
14 thoughts on “Poetry Endures”
Nicely done, Joan.
Thank you, my darling, Annie…blessings and hugs to you
Love these words – life, poetry, playfulness, sacred moments of joy! Your words and my heart. Thank you, beautiful Joan for this celebration of April and poetry.
You are always welcome to my thoughts, sweet companion and sister-traveler…blessings and much, much love to you *children singing**garden blooms at sunrise*
Here the *moon hides behind trees* but *winks with its moonbeams* Wish you a beautiful weekend!
This was a lovely read. I agree with you, that poetry endures. Well it endures so long as there are humans to enjoy reading it and, at times cudgelling their brains as to its meaning. Best wishes – Kevin
Thanks for your comments, Kevin. I look forward to sharing the journey with you! Blessings
And I with you. Best wishes – Kevin
Joan, what a fitting end to National Poetry Month. Kudos!
Thank you, Donna, so nice to find you here! Hope to hear much more from you.
My hubby & I have been having health issues, and my stamina isn’t what I’d like. I look forward to your posts.
I love this, had me smiling all the way through:)
Thank you so much! I hope you will read and comment and join meon this incredible journey…living in the world of paradox and change while aspiring to be who we are called to be, children of Light and Love. Blessings to you!
Look forward to it. Thank you.