Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Reason Versus Feeling...



 “Natural affection only, of all my sentiments, has permanent power over me. Reason, and not Feeling, is my guide…”  Mr. St. John in the book Jane Eyre

Reason reprimands my want
Feeling vexes Reason
Thought, caught in between the taunt
Of goodness and treason

What I should, Reason would do
But bold interjection
Swaddles Feeling with excuse
And hand-foot objection

Nature’s law is kind because
It caters to Feeling
Reason causes us to pause
To sounder appealing

Feeling is a flighty wind
Never out of season
On one hand its change of mind
But on the other, Reason

Sometimes Reason tests me sore
In life’s wheeling-dealing
A vexatious tug-of-war
With the roar of Feeling

But to Reason without Feeling
Were bloodless affection
Let the two then mingle keenly
Rendering me human

© Janet Martin


Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Loving Beyond Feeling



Phoenix Rising invites us to explore the sound of love; the sound in emotion...


On some days
The love she feels
Morphs into a monster
As something
Foreign reels
Ferocious as love,
These fork-tongued foes
Remind her
She cannot simply rely
On what she feels,
But knows

How is it, velvet touch
Can turn harsh
As scratches on chalkboard
And what she thought
She knew of love
Mocks loud
Where demons lord?
To simply rely
On feelings shows
How little of love
She really knows

© Janet Martin

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Saturday, September 6, 2014

...On Feeling a Feeling





…the value given to the testimony of any feeling must depend on our whole philosophy, not our whole philosophy on a feeling.


I feel for you more than pen will allow
To proportion into word
And foolish-like sometimes, somehow
I forget that eons heard
The song of it long, long before
I was stirred by its melody
Darling, the more I hear of it
The more it vexes me
For I feel in its very bearing
All it can never become
And even as I’m wearing
Its ‘welcome home-sweet-home’
I feel an hour stealing
Its very breath from me
Yet, all I have is feeling
A stranger’s sympathy

© Janet Martin

Just e-mailed Melissa because I miss her...

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Inseparable Rivals





The unreliability of you perplexes me
For you are fickle as the wind we hear but cannot see
How easily you change your mind, and though you seem appealing
Your passion is quite undefined for you are merely Feeling

You stir my soul to poetry and toy with my emotion
Yet you know nothing of reality of true devotion
Your piety, seduction, fantasy can leave me reeling
Yet I can never trust you for you are nothing but Feeling

If I depend on you then I am pitiful at best
For one day you are naked and the next day over-dressed
I must search God’s sure promises for hope and help and healing
For though you rage within me yet, you are nothing but Feeling

The unreliability of you perplexes me
We, inseparable rivals agree to disagree
For you depend on circumstance and I find you appealing  
Your intense vaunt excites me yet, still you are merely Feeling

© Janet Martin

Saturday, May 17, 2014

The Most Tender Feelings, Love





The most tender feelings, love
Are cupped where words elude
How does one spell the heart’s full swell
Of humble gratitude?

I love when love replies
In soft, satisfied gaze
And happiness is the caress
Of ordinary days

Be kind, oh sweeping years
And do not brush to naught
Those pictures of every-day love
To gratify my thought

The comfort of farewell
I cannot spell in speech
Or how it spills in half-breath thrills
When you are out of reach

The most tender feelings, love
Evade word’s fraught well-springs
And are best told as we unfold
Life’s ordinary things

© Janet Martin

Sometimes its good to remember that Busy Saturday is a precious gift wrapped in Ordinary! Off to fulfill its 'orders':)

 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Oceans...


There are times we neglect
To feel the moments we are in
But tonight I feel them keenly
In the murmur of the wind
And waves that melt into dusk’s helm
A pink metallic sheet
Reaching to the distant realm
And over my bare feet

I feel a blend of gold and blue
Clutching the remains
Of an afternoon with you
Beneath time’s loosened chains
Fading into the molten deep
Where cloud caresses sea
And all that I have left to keep
Are bits of memory

Tonight, I feel a languid tune
Rushing out to clutch
Life’s brevity; a restless croon
With haunting, tender touch
The endlessness of vaulted skies
The vastness of the sea
Are enormities that are dwarfed tonight
By oceans inside of me…

J~