Showing posts with label potluck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label potluck. Show all posts

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Lucky Girl...(or but-by-the-grace-of-God-girl)



The reason I like to try to write to prompts is because 'writing to order' can be quite a challenge. Yesterday's Poetic Bloomings prompt was called Potluck. 
Choose any form we enjoy and write about luck.

Walt (from Poetic Bloomings) called me Lucky Girl yesterday, so I typed the title
And hoped he was right;-)

Better late than never…

 I find it utterly astounding how a lawn, completely dead-seeming can turn lush and green after a few
drenching rains...it's a great metaphor of what happens as we respond to the touch of God.


Lucky Girl

Across the return of spring-like green, surreal
After the laughter of warm August rain
The poet gazes and spins thought’s word-wheel
Willing the whisper of Muse to her brain

Sweet summer morning, unravel a poem
Revive her blight-stricken, heat-smitten mind
Blind her to the kinder duties of home
Where sometimes Poem is so hard to find

Grant this Canuck a bit of Irish luck
Charm Time’s fresh offspring with iambic smile
Humor her hunger with rhymes that don’t suck
Let her be a Lucky Girl for a while

© Janet Martin

(this poem is written strictly for the prompt because I prefer the word grace. 
Luck is such a hopeless word) 

Form: Quatrain 

Poetry Definition of Quatrain

A stanza or poem consisting of four lines. In the basic form, Lines 2 and 4 must rhyme while having a similar number of syllables. 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Of Summer




Our first day of summer was a moody one! It began, hot, heavy and sunny before thunderstorms moved through bringing a slight cool-down and a sunset master-piece. 

Soon the gold that warms the sod
Withdraws its sultry sheen
And world’s transformed by thoughts of God
Will lose their verdant green
Too soon the lark of summer-song
Will fly off to the south
And all these hours for which we long
Devoured in Time’s mouth
Of summer

Too soon the room of July mirth
And flowers fair and sweet
Will shed their bloom back to earth
A dead rose at our feet
The shifting wave that lilts and moans
And beckons from the shore
Will heave with moody undertones
Closing the wanton door
Of summer

Ah, life will always have its share
Of care and tares and trouble
So dance upon hope's buoyant air
Before dreams turn to stubble
And you should turn with sudden grief
To see upon the hill
A silhouette of crimson leaf
And echoing quadrille
Of summer

© Janet Martin

Make this summer’s first week-end memorable!
Get out there and drink it in
Time is a tumbling water-wheel
And too soon it is over again!

I kid the kids sometimes and tell them we have two seasons at our house…Winter and potlucks!

Does anyone have any fresh pot-luck ideas? I’m stumped and it’s just June! I need food for tomorrow and a ladies’ tea-party dessert for Sunday.