Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Monday, April 18, 2022

The Dance of Circumstance


If it was up to us most Ontarians would not choose this color tonight but
circumstance dances to the beat of its own drum...






The dance of circumstance trains us to be lithe on our toes
To bend and bow where here and now dictates its dosey-does
Where melodies that moments spill, insist we twist and twirl
Sometimes a beautiful quadrille, sometimes a tilt-a-whirl 
 
The dance of circumstance may perplex us with sudden spins
A vertigo of unexpected dips and vexing grins
Of waltzes unrehearsed before they sweep us off our feet
Into a rushing repertoire of both bitter and sweet

The dance of circumstance does not cater to wish and whim
But teaches us to tango to the tempo of the hymn
Where instruments we cannot tune requires you and me
To make the best of what will soon become a memory

© Janet Martin


...on that note, here's to the memory you are making
to the music that is playing💖💝





Thursday, March 17, 2022

Dancing Shoes (or something like it)


Sometimes instead of picturing Time as a task master 
shouting marching orders
it's nice to picture Time as a tutor 
to we, wearing dancing shoes
in a ballroom called Today.

From Bud...


To Bloom...

To Flare and Fade...



to Fall

...in what often feels like not much time at all!!

Wishing us all more fly than fall
in whatever our dance-lessons bring us today!

Time takes its students by the arm
Resolute rigor, cheeky charm
Across the ballroom of today
It sweeps and twirls each hour away
Some struggle with new steps and fall
Some barely touch the floor at all

Time does not miss a moment’s beat
An instructor with tireless feet
This Choreographer of years
Composes songs with smiles and tears
Where it is up to us to choose
How we will wear our dancing shoes

Time grants the chance and melody
The dance is up to you and me
To make the most of Now to Then
And if we trip, to try again
Rather than simply sit and yearn
When there is still so much to learn

Time, diligent in its demise
Rends night's velvet veils with sunrise
That disappear into the blue
Above a mottled avenue
Of stars and amateurs that meet
To try new bars beneath their feet 

Time scrawls its seasons on our skin
In time, it tames the beast within
A scribe of sacred, high degree
Brought to naught by eternity
It teaches faith to leap and fly
Through hoops of hello and goodbye

© Janet Martin

See then that you walk [e]circumspectly,
 not as fools but as wise,
 16redeeming the time,
 because the days are evil.
Eph.5:15-16

Thursday, August 26, 2021

The Choreographer of Life (makes no mistake)

 

A man’s heart plans his way,
But the LORD directs his steps.
Prov. 16:9

Let's admit it; we cannot begin
to understand the One who directs our steps
His timing seems anything but perfect at times, doesn't it?!



Time’s momentum of seasons spills to tenderly compose
A steady sequence of quadrilles that keeps us on our toes
The Choreographer of Days, so oft misunderstood
Works through His higher thoughts and ways for our utter good

How often faith’s footwork is tried with grim complexity
Because He is not satisfied with mediocrity
The Choreographer of Moments metes with kind intent
The order of our steps in spite of Dreamer’s argument

A seed thunders with wonders clad in unimpressive hull
Where eye and logic blunders when governed by visual
The Choreographer of summer’s stunning colour-show
Is the same Choreographer when winter’s cold gales blow

Some dancers seem to glide with ease across time’s no return
Some stumble unsure of the piece that He insists they learn
The Choreographer of Seasons sees beyond the dance
Our best, always His Reason for the sequences He grants

Sometimes we judge love based on basis of experience
Rather than trusting He who died for death’s deliverance
So, when His timing seems so wrong, remember, though hearts break
The Choreographer of Life’s Love Song makes no mistake

© Janet Martin



Monday, February 15, 2021

Poem-Tango



This beginning of February, due to a lot of sorrow 
a lot of friends are suffering I just wasn't in the heart-space 
for the annual splurge of 
pre-Valentine's Day love-poetry 
although I have been thinking a lot about love lately 
and will continue to ponder it in poetry 
as The Poem-Provider persuades.
Will you join me in praying for healing and restoration 
for the sorrowing and broken!
It's so hard to know how to be there during covid-restrictions 
when you just want to give someone a hug!



Thank-you to all of you who stop by this page-stage
and grant me the privilege of a poem-dance.
I love you, dear friends, near or far💕

What luxury to lavish you with lines of poetry 
To move your heart in sync with mine, across thought’s ballroom floor 
Or kiss you with the lyrics of romantic chivalry 
Where we are at the mercy of love’s Timeless Troubadour 

What privilege to orchestrate iambic cadency 
And sashay to the tempo of instinctive twist and bend 
To glide with you as one across a page of poetry 
And find within ink-intimacy, the love of a friend 

What honour to be asked to dance with somebody like you 
Forgive me when I stumble or forget to pirouette 
Sometimes without fair warning the rhythms of love run blue 
And all I can remember is a heart-shaped silhouette 


© Janet Martin 


1 Thess.3:12

May the Lord make your love increase and 
overflow for each other and for everyone else,... 

Friday, December 6, 2019

'Dance' Lessons


 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, 
who have been called according to his purpose.
Rom.8:28

 I'm hoping today's moves include cookie-cutters!



Dawn’s rise-and-shine rehearsals toward farewell’s rest-in-peace
Grants dances that can leave us breathless in its twist-and-turn
The Choreographer of have-and-hold’s hug-and-release
Surprises us with steps we never dreamed that we could learn

Time’s what-once-was with ways nonplussed composes quite a tune
While what-now-is tests physical and mental want-and-will
Today’s moves we must master wait to waltz us ‘cross a room
That soon will ring with echoes where our tears and laughter spill

...and we should try to trust Love’s lead, rather than understand
His choreography for His glory, not yours and mine
Thus, often contrary to the performances we planned
But always for our good He unfolds each dance-move's design

© Janet Martin


Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Chance to Dance...?



God is a Perfect Dance-partner. 
With His arms around us He'll catch us when we fall, every time!

Looks like we'll be dancin' the Salsa for a day or two😏


Wings of wonder
Weight of woe
Which will be the ‘way we go’?
Trust or worry
Faith or fear
It is up to us, my dear
Circumstance
Is but The Chance
To drag our feet,
Or dance

© Janet Martin



Monday, April 17, 2017

Dancing With A Star

PAD Challenge day 17: For today’s prompt, write a dance poem



You always lead;
How lithe your feet
I do the best I can
To twirl and dip
But often trip
Then you say ‘try again’

Your eyes hold fire
Your touch, desire
Who can resist your glance?
Where outstretched arms
And hunger charms
My heart to take a chance

Around the floor
We glide, once more
How sure and strong you are
We waltz and whirl
Me, just a girl
And you, a super-star

Your steady gaze
Unravels days
As seasons lilt and chime
My want and need
Follow your lead
Dancing with Father Time

© Janet Martin

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Before Tomorrow is Today...

I'm re-posting the quote that Cyndy in Montana posted this morning. Find out where she found it and how it inspired her here.


Perhaps when you have slipped from me
To that Yon echo-laden trove
Then you might be the memory
For which I pine with homesick love

Therefore I cannot stand too long
To stare at what once was, because
Then I might miss this moment-song
Spiraling without lull or pause

Pray that I am amazed, half-crazed
With hunger, not for what has been
But, for that which spills in Todays
And middle-Mays all new-born green

Then when you fade in dusk darkness
And I should turn to glance, perhaps
With humble wonder at what was
I hope my heart dances and claps

© Janet Martin

Before Tomorrow is Today
Let’s get out there and make a
dancing, clapping memory!

Crank up the volume and sing like you mean...your life-song, that is;-)