Showing posts with label moody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moody. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Not-Talkin'-'bout-Gettin'-Old Mood

PAD Challenge day 28: For today’s prompt, write a mood poem. Your poem could set the mood. Or it could be about a mood. Maybe display someone in a mood, whether that’s mad, sad, happy, or some other mood.




Gray broods above woodland and field
That showcased green and gold
It moans in undertones that wield
The ways and means of days that yield
To Bygone’s boundless hold
The bare bones of the tree revealed
Where leaf had spun a winsome shield
Before the cold,
The bitter cold

No bare feet dance across the yard
No bloom breaks budded cage
Time hangs a sentimental card
Above earth’s jilted boulevard
Gilded with silvered sage
To taunt the tempo-stricken bard
With rhythms dashed, now soft, now hard
Against a page
A begging page

A solemn reverence consumes
Thought’s once-quite-carefree cast
Where tender turbulence of blooms
Of perfumed pink and purple plumes
Of green-leaf’s lowered mast
Melts poetry across the tombs
Of summer’s silenced living-rooms
Pressed to the past
Sweet, soulful past

The wind wails like a wand’ring waif
Or loneliest of men
A wonder-world of echoes chafes
Where no stout heart is spared or safe
From winter’s wilding yen
Or battering of snow-starred strafe
Where none can rend the binding raphe
Twixt now and then
Fixed now and then

Love longs for something out of range
It throbs for more than ‘us’
Caught between all nothing can change
Where fall is bound to rearrange
The walls and halls abuzz
With whispers that seduce-estrange
Always on missions to exchange
‘This is’ to was
What is to was

© Janet Martin


 One of the moodiest, saddest songs I've heard!




Saturday, October 13, 2018

Not At The Mercy of Moods


Life's 'Stuff' can crush with emptiness
We all need God to guard our thought
From dungeons of depravity

Yesterday in Judy's latest post entitled Leaks
 I laughed out loud as I read this; Don't 'Should' on yourself!
Thought can make us do that all the time! huh?
This morning Thought threatened to throw its Thrall over 
All There Is To Be Thankful For...




So, in case of despair
I fled to the Throne-room of Prayer!


Moods make us brood while woods and hills spill elemental art
Fond dreams, for all their fuel cannot fill Want’s gaping void
Seasons, like snowflakes fall and melt in pictures to the heart
Kindling a tender duel twixt love torn and over-joyed

We all need God; thought turns on us like storms on listing ships
It leads into temptations to wallow in doubt and fear
Its woulda-shoulda-coulda steals the laughter from our lips
A monster’s roar beneath placid facade of skin, my dear

How quick thought is to deviate from pious Best Intent
Adept Inventor of wars waged twixt Hope and deep despair
Where no one is immune to shrewd impulses Mortal Bent
And none but God can meets us in the Grand Throne Room of prayer

Life’s burdens would be like a millstone hung about the neck
Where Emptiness can drown the Downcast in its plumb-less pit  
We all need God to keep Thought’s Very Wily Will in check
We all need God; So Love can keep Thought’s Fragile Beacon lit

© Janet Martin




Search me, O God, and know my heart; 
Try me and know my anxious thoughts;

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde





Tonight there were two of me inside
...Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Strange tug-of-war like spring-winter-north-south
Laughter and growl juxtaposed in my mouth

Sometimes sweet spring is what I want to say
But out comes the wrath of a wild winter’s day
While family chuckles, quite amused as I toss
Burnt pans to the counter-top, feeling quite cross

Some days are blossoms of violet and rose
Some bear the brunt of our unspoken woes
Two forces battle and we must decide
Between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

I hope if you ask my children someday
Whom I most resembled they’ll be quick to say
‘Mostly Dr. Jekyll, easy-going, good-lookin’
But all Mr. Hyde when she burnt the cookin’…

© Janet Martin

Trying to have a little fun with more than one failure today;(

There are few things that rile me like burnt cooking and baking so I was ranting at myself as I pulled almost burnt granola bars from the oven after supper. (I was going to take them out mid-supper but of course, forgot all about granola bars as we enjoyed baked chicken, baked-potato wedges, green beans and coleslaw)
I was in the middle of a rant at myself when Matt taps me on the shoulder…’sh-h! here is the phone and I’m not sure who it is!’
Oops!! I switch to ‘hello…oh, hi, how are you doing?’ in my most cheerfullest trying voice and I heard one of the kids say. WOW! Mom’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde!!

The worst part is that I couldn’t tell that person I was raging at myself…this is a lesson for Mother to try to be self-controlled and moderate no matter what…sigh.
…so now we have granola bark instead of granola bars ‘cause they were too hard to cut.

Today’s Saturday muffins are Carrot-raisin-nut. My fav’s.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Mr. April




 (even the sunrise has been a little 'moody' the past few days, with the clouds claiming the horizon-line and stretching past eight o' clock before releasing the sun)


Ah, you moody beauty
Cantankerous delight
Teasing first with sun-spun mirth
Then cloud-feathers of white

Ah, dearest mellow fellow
Ah, testy troubadour
Of frigid sheen and virgin green
And violet-fragrant floor

Ah, harbinger of summer
Ah, dregs of winter’s blast
You vex, perplex nature’s vortex
With gray and gold contrast

Ah sweet, sinister mister
You ride the buxom breeze
Then leap upon a bully storm
Without apologies

Ah, darling moody beauty
How nonchalant you blow
As you caress spring's timid tress
With frost-florets of snow

© Janet Martin 

It is such a day today, one moment sunny then the wind howls, unleashing a volley of flakes, that melt when the sun re-appears!


Friday, November 2, 2012

Man in the Moon





PAD Prompt: Full Moon

Somewhere the air
Holds in its mouth
The words that I would say
I want to be
Brave; vulnerable
But you’re too far way

Tonight the sky
Is full of you
...your iridescent glow
But you are the
Man in the moon
A fantasy, I know

Why is it that
When you are full
I seem so very small
In fact, I touch
My face to see
If I exist at all

J~

Yiruma-Moonlight




Friday, July 27, 2012

Moody and Vexed




Twilight descends in layered blue
Quite befitting, I suppose
For it arouses thoughts of you
So far away and yet so close
In remnant wisps and twists perplexed
Tonight the sky is moody; vexed

Time is not tangible to grip
And yet I feel it amplify
That space beyond my fingertips
Broadening twixt you and I
In remnant wisps and twists perplexed
Tonight my heart is moody; vexed

The evening sky is sullen; still
In solemn robes of cobalt hue
It draws you close against my will
And I succumb to missing you
In remnant wisps and twists perplexed
The evening air is moody; vexed

© Janet Martin

The heavy quiet tonight feels like the evening is mourning
the swift passage of summer...
...and life

J~

I Won't Forget You  Jim Reeves


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

In Shades of Melancholy


As dusk-reddened spires fall into the sky-line
As silhouettes darken and vanish away
As deeper blue claims the purple horizon
Drawing a curtain o’er the remnant of day
I feel you in whispers of gray

The quiet bears the rush of a starless pavilion
It seems I can touch the rain-thickened breeze
And you; lingering just beyond my vision
Beneath the arc of gold willow trees
And a graveyard of memories

The night lays upon the air, heavy and moody
The air lays around me; motionless, blue
Wrapping me in its somnolent beauty
Holding me closer on its shoulder of dew
As a clock in the distance strikes two

Janet~

Monday, March 21, 2011

Heaven's Best

The brook which is blue-green by day
Laughs at night in silver-gray
It wanders through the fern-lined dell
Where once our child-hood shadows fell
And I can hear its echo spill
Peeling from the misty hill
Like the distant thunder rolling
Just before the rain starts falling

The green field under the sun of noon
Lies transformed beneath the moon
A pasture-land of charcoal sheen
With nothing but the wind between
The shore that lines a slate-black lee
Where clouds sail on a starless sea
And time is but a lonesome soul
Straggling through its big black bowl

As night wheels onward through the sky
How sad to think that you and I
Must miss its moody glory spilt
With shut eye tucked beneath a quilt
How sad to know this splendid world
Spreads like a miracle unfurled
While I am duty-bound to rest
And close my eyes to heaven’s best

Janet~

It was SO HARD to go to bed the other night
And tear myself away from the unfolding of
A moonlit masterpiece!!!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Where Has Summer Gone?


It echoes in the bustling street
It sighs on every tongue
It creaks within the rusty gate
And in the weathered bone
It shouts out from the painted hill
And whispers in the dawn
It shivers in the evening chill
Oh, where has summer gone?

It lingers in the morning mist
And in the noonday breeze
To beaming apples summer-kissed
On heavy-laden trees
It loiters in the wooded dell
With moody under-tone
And still we ask, though we know well
Oh, where has summer gone?

Where is the hour for which we yearn?
The day for which we sigh
It drifts away ne’er to return
Into the clear blue sky
Where is the child of yesterday?
That danced upon the lawn
She grew up and flew away
Oh, where has summer gone?

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Janet Martin

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Wait a Minute...


Wait a minute, what’s your hurry
Tomorrows still a night away
In the morning all the glory
Of the moonlight turns to gray
Dance with me for just two hours
‘Neath a sea of silver-blue
In a land of slumbering flowers
On a moon-lit avenue

Wait a minute, do you hear it
The slow murmur in the air
Like a warm, enchanted spirit
Hovering softly everywhere
Mingling with the half-breathed sighing
Of two hearts beating as one
In the midnight slowly dying
Or the hours before dawn

Wait a minute, before daylight
Steals away this rapturous bliss
I prefer the moody midnight
To the sunshine’s noonday kiss
Wait a minute, wait an hour
Wait a lifetime here with me
While we dance among the flowers
‘Neath a rippling moon-lit sea

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Janet Martin

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Mr. Moody April



I must confess your moodiness
Is sometimes hard to take
Your ups and downs, your smiles and frowns
Warm sun and cold snowflake
Yesterday you came to play
With chatter sweet and yellow
Today your gold is pale and cold
You temperamental fellow

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Janet Martin