Friday, April 28, 2017

What IS This Smell?!

PAD Challenge day 28: Write a smell poem



It’s the smell of yellow
And willow-strummed hymns
Of daffodil-cello
And forsythia-strings
Of noon’s blue-tuned obo
Where zephyr-song spills
Of soft violet vesper
On twilight-ed hills
…of song-sparrow canticles
Sunshiny street
Of children a-giggle
In freedom’s bare feet
Of grass-slopes, green-velvet
Of hope, rain-drop pearled
It’s the smell of spring, darling
Come to winter’s world

© Janet Martin

A Long Overdue Thank-you;-)

PAD challenge 28: For today’s prompt, write a poem about a smell



Thank-you to the hands
That pluck the beans
That make their way
From there to here
To fill and thrill
Each early morn
With heaven-scent
Of coffee cheer

© Janet Martin


Thursday, April 27, 2017

Heaven to Ramble

PAD Challenge day 27: For today’s prompt, use at least 3 of the following 6 words in your poem (using a word or two in your title is fine); for extra credit, try using all 6:
pest
crack
ramble
hiccup
wince
festoon



Heaven to ramble where April meets May
Beneath breath-awnings of emerald festoon
After a hiccup in spring’s first hurray
Winter’s wince succumbs to zephyr’s kiss-croon
Pestering broods scatter, east-west-north-south
Lest a smile crack his stern, petrified mouth

© Janet Martin


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Daffodils Are Blooming...



In blogland I've seen daffodils blooming for quite a while; at last they dot our Ontario landscape too!




The daffodils are blooming, and
Their golden lanterns glow
Like beacons on a bashful land
That long was white with snow

The daffodils are smiling fair
Upon forgotten green
And we find ourselves smiling where
Straight somber lips had been

The daffodils are nodding and
Applauding storm’s farewell
Nature bestows a garden grand
To hungry hill and dell

The daffodils are blooming, oh,
Like Mozart's best, they sing
And praise the One from whence they flow
In melodies of spring

© Janet Martin



For Time I Didn't Take...

PAD Challenge day 26; For today’s prompt, write a regret poem. 


For time I didn’t take
For what I didn’t do
Here is a thank-you prayer, my Lord
For today, fresh and new

A beaming ‘try again’
Of mercy-misted hue
To take the time I didn’t take
For what I didn’t do

Then, pray when day is done
When its beacon has set
I’ll know I did the best I could
With humble ‘no regret’

© Janet Martin