Showing posts with label opposite poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label opposite poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

A Poem Is As A Poem Does





‘Too lyrical’, said one
Another one replied,
‘To rhyme, meter must be precise’
‘Too short, too long’,
They cried

‘Not impressed’, said he
‘Winner’ a voice declared
‘Punctuation needs some work’
The kind critic
Declared

‘Predictable’, one wrote
‘Superb’, another gushed
‘Ho-hum’, some yawned
While others found
A painting soft,
Word-brushed

Expounded do’s and don’ts
Rouse poet-smiles a bit
They know ‘tis futile to dissuade
The pen by
Rhetoric

© Janet Martin

I appreciate critiquing even when it leaves me scratching my head in confusion;-)


Monday, January 26, 2015

This Present Paradox



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Hard-soft, high-low
Hold-close, let-go
Gain-loss, joy-strife
Laugh-weep, this is life

Hush-rush, ebb-flow
Touch-taste, yes-no
Fear-faith, fork- knife
Do-don’t, this is life

Wake-sleep, sow-reap,
Work-play, crawl-leap
Hope-pray, break-mend,
This is love and life, my friend

© Janet Martin

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Breaking News...paper Walls



 Margo invites us to try an 'opposites attract' poem.

Book-knowledge
Is ignorant
In matters
Of heart
Where
Silence
Thunders
With weighted
Emptiness
A newspaper-
Thick world
Apart

© Janet Martin

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Sh-h-h



Sometimes speech
Is too heavy with word
When face-to-face silence
Is more readily heard

Best, good intention
Clatters from lips
…we can move mountains
With finger-tips

Darling, forgive me
When words are too much
For the heart, hungry
For nothing but touch

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Glad Song...an Opposite Poem





A smooth calm sweeps
The warm-waking world
Come hither, glad day
With new joys unfurled
For lo; soon twilight creeps
Over the western steeps
And blue shadows of dusk
The heavens salute

Lo! From the depths
Of woven dirt
With joyful thought
Its lays assert
To softly tease the Day;
And smooth the night awry
They make glad the slumb’ring breeze
And with its mirth ally

Comrade from the deep
Laughing in bliss-pink
Before dawn we tiptoe
Toward earth’s brink
Embracing the mystic east
We drink its celestial feast
Brimming with dark heart-sorrow
And yesterday's tomorrow

Janet~

An opposite poem to

Mad Song by William Blake



THE wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs enfold! . . .
But lo! the morning peeps
Over the eastern steeps,
And the rustling beds of dawn
The earth do scorn.
 
Lo! to the vault
Of pavèd heaven,
With sorrow fraught,
My notes are driven:
They strike the ear of Night,
Make weak the eyes of Day;
They make mad the roaring winds,
And with the tempests play,
 
Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe
After night I do crowd
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east
From whence comforts have increased;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.