Showing posts with label good-bye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good-bye. Show all posts

Friday, April 30, 2021

Good-bye Is a Gateway...

 PAD Challenge day 30:For today's prompt, write a goodbye poem.


Adios Amigo






We pave the path to aftermath with joy and sorrow’s tears
How fleeting is the filigree that weaves whispers to years
Where hello always turns to farewell far too soon it seems
And we are always learning how to readjust our dreams

I love the way life dishes out surprise; I hate it too
The color of goodbye flows in a thousand shades of blue
Where nothing new under the sun still stuns us all the same
And time will always be a rebel that no one can tame

Darling, let’s take the long, slow way to farewell’s parting kiss
I know we both knew from the start that it would end like this
But we are poets; life runs wild with opportunity
Thus good-bye is a gateway to tomorrow’s odyssey

© Janet Martin

 

 

Friday, September 30, 2016

Proof of a Life Well-loved





Lord, when my life with its joy and its strife
Is chiselled down to bare size
All that I ask for the fruit of its task
Is a crop of hard good-byes

© Janet Martin

My mother-to-mother heart is full of hugs and prayers for my sis who was dreading this morning's good-byes to a daughter who is on her way to Thailand for 6 mos.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Two Sentences about Learning to Say Good-bye...Good-bye




Homemade muffins and freshly-picked flowers don’t fill  heart-hollows but still, oh, we try to create creature comforts to cushion love’s hard parts as mouths but not hearts learn to say good-bye,

Books full of words may kindly distract us while cards holding heart-pieces bite the eye as we brave two syllables harder than most words we must learn to master…good-bye, good-bye

© Janet Martin



It doesn’t matter how often we say it, this is one word that practice does not make easier!
 I just gave Rob (our son-in-law)’s mom a big good-bye teary mother-to-mother hug as her visit ends and she flies back to Nova Scotia later today.

Monday, June 1, 2015

On Heart-holds and the Flipside of Hello



I'm glad hearts hold more than arms
for they are big enough 
to enfold and hold forever
those we dearly love

A few things happened this week-end to make me realize how thankful I am that hearts hold what arms can't!

You don’t want to go
I know
The tug-of-war twixt hearts can take
Our breath away
And leave us feeling
The full impact of love’s ache

I don’t want to go,
You know
Farewell is hard, our hearts and eyes
Brim with the
Overflowing measure
Of love’s bittersweet goodbyes

We don’t want to go
But we know
Nothing lasts forever so
We embrace, kiss faces
Knowing
Hearts never really let go

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Blip of Blue and Gold...




('Mom calls these sparkles five o' clock diamonds' I heard Victoria explain to Emily yesterday as they looked through our vacation photos)
July always seems like a blip of blue and gold...

These daily deaths, shrouded in season-song
Clothes our imagination first and then a sigh
Ever the imminence of time’s good-bye
Trembles. We hear it where the cricket-throng
Heralds the gloaming; creek-beds flow with bloom
Of chicory, chamomile, Queen Ann’s lace
Our walk-ways to farewell wend where fern plume
And wisteria frames fortune’s resting place
But we are on the path, not at its end
This is the time to laugh, live, love, my friend

The wood-length weeps; we hear it where the wind
Washes through knee-deep green or bends the bough
Of apple-orchards; suddenly the mind
Is keened with affection and letting go
Did not but yesterday, the violet burst
In starlet-purple waves across the mud?
Yet we dashed hunger-shod and dream-immersed
Where soldiers baptized gardens with their blood
Nature is not detained by our wars
See how the night is overcome with stars

The doorway to a new day swings ajar
And we do not remain glued to its gate
For this is where life’s fullest wonders are
…not in the things of thought while hours abate
But in the here and now, the bleeding bud
And barefoot bliss, sweet summer’s crown of days
Unfolds its fathoms while mute mem’ries flood
Our eyes with happiness; ah, nothing stays
But daily deaths; life’s laureate enthrones
With echoed breath Time’s virgin stepping-stones

© Janet Martin