Showing posts with label sea-shore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea-shore. Show all posts

Monday, July 29, 2019

Lounging Lakeside




Lap of lake lulls;
pulls us into pure purposelessness
 

Slap of sea-song slides;
glides like a hymn of happiness


Hint of wind-wisp rifles;
trifles with a green- leaf clock


Glint of silver bobbing;
lobbing diamonds to the dock


Traffic made of ripples;
stipples hazy, lazy bars


Laughter wafts;
soft petals skimming a blue lake of stars

© Janet Martin


Friday, October 9, 2015

Come to the Sea



 OctPoWriMo day 9 prompt: Today I'm suggesting you think about the elements, how they affect you and about the duality and contrast in them.

We always come back; something ‘bout the roar
-ing sea draws us, metallic green-blue-gray
Though its ebb-rolling tug-of-shore-to-shore
Cannot return Past or wash it away

How pleasant is its sun and sandy fringe
That stays the deep; we come to dream and sigh
Out to the line where heaven is a hinge
Touching horizon holding up the sky

The sea steals and seals; still, it gives us more
Constant the lure toward its song, wild, free
As if it were an old-time troubadour
And we the lucky listeners at its knee

Come to the sea; leave all your cares behind
For cares can wait until another day
Come, listen to it glisten, silver-lined
Atonement washes worry far way

© Janet Martin


Monday, July 15, 2013

Sea-song Serenade





You always find the perfect song
To soothe life’s discontent
We come to you again, again
To hear your sentiment

You seem to know the perfect words
To sweep us off our feet
Your ebb and flow eases life’s hurts
In cadence silver-sweet

You trace the white-washed sands of Time
With faithful rise and fall
And when we are so far away
We hear your echo call

…and we return again, again
To wash in the refrain
Sweeping across the sandy shore
Making us glad again

© Janet Martin

This is the best place in the whole world, says Victoria,
and I smile. M-m-m-m-h-m-m-m!

We are blessed to live near some of the best fresh-water beaches in the world.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Sonnet of Time's Surging Sea...



Borne from an ether realm, tumultuous tide
Rippling and raging, half-breath ecstasy
Rushing, receding, dark and light collide
Where heaven reaches to embrace the sea
Darling, youth’s kiss fades cold upon the cheek
And where we danced barefoot upon its shore
The breakers crash; cold, foaming crest is bleak
Where summer’s silver sparkle soothed its roar
Yet, as its heaving, shifting billows roll
Hope buoys love’s deep longing in the soul

Subtle, the potent power of this surge
Rankling within the vessel of the heart
My dear, within your arms I sense the urge
Of change tuning the ethereal rampart
And all the darling moments we caress
Like waves, spilling across the sun-warmed beach
Cannot be captured, soon the emptiness
Of echoes fills our frantic, futile reach
Yet, like a pearl within the oysters shell
Time will reveal its treasure; all is well

Impressionistic skylines taunt and lure
We cannot touch its elusive plateau
Nor can our straining, groping grasp secure
Life’s rising, falling arrant ebb and flow
Darling, we tremble in the moment-splurge
Of salty tear startling love’s ling’ring kiss
Upon Time’s lilting lay a mournful dirge
Hovers beyond Spring’s brief, burgeoning bliss
Yet in the subtle surge from mystic deep
We find in its debris, treasures to keep

© Janet Martin

The combination of old music, memories and photos filled me with the sense of standing on last summer’s beach, battered by the surge of invisible waves.

J~



Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Of Shorelines, Seas and Sailors...some Sonnets





You lean against the silence; deep inside
Your plaintive sigh aches in dawn’s pristine hush
Where colors of a rising, falling tide
Fills winter’s stricken stance with summer’s rush
Tracing the outline of thought’s shadow-land
The bloom and bracken sway in buxom breeze
Along a bank where footprints in its sand
Have washed upon a shore of memories
There is no proof of moments I may seek
But for its whisper gleaming on my cheek

***



I am not discontent; Time has no rules
But one; it takes and gives in the same breath
While hope unravels from its lofty spools
And dodd’ring dream succumbs to its last death
The crimson morning rends the slumb’ring deep
Where faith and fantasy, their duels wage
And we beneath their vigil laugh and weep
Across the twinkle of Time’s vapor stage
Replenishing with virgin hope the stream
Reaching to seize the dreamer from her dream

***



Moment by moment, like a pink platoon
Dawn’s squadron marches to its ordained height
Where gold and azure vertex of high-noon
Drops from its pinnacle into the night
And we, caught twixt its future and the past
Where silences are filled with memory’s sigh
Ponder leviathan moments mercy-cast
Dripping from heaven to the by-and-by
While we glean from its effervescent tide
The drops that form an ocean deep inside

***



The aftermath of moments sweeps a shore
That we are each the lone spectator of
Gazing at life’s bygone forevermore
Fraught with framed fragments of longing and love
Borne in the limbo of mortality
This surge of moments cannot pause or cease
As we, the sailors on its silver sea
Point our prows toward heaven’s release
Recognizing He who holds the cup
Whereon we sail and moment’s tears fill up

© Janet Martin  


 The Lord rewards everyone for their righteousness and faithfulness. 1 Samuel 26;23

This day is climbing with quiet haste
Filled with moments too precious to waste





Thursday, August 18, 2011

My Favorite Summer Porch (re-post)


It rests ‘neath the cry of the hovering gull

It cradles the sigh of the noon-day lull

It stretches for miles as a welcome retreat

A planet of smiles and sandy feet

And the waves roll across its tempered floor

For the porch I love most is the summer sea-shore

There is no blue-bell climbing at my side

But there is the swell of the ceaseless tide

And there are no steps of wood or cement

But sand is kinder and where I am content

The wind sweeps across this endless floor

Oh, the porch I love most is a summer sea-shore

No telephone ringing, simply a breeze

And the rhythmic singing of the turquoise seas

No duty waiting, no chores to be done

But simply the beckoning of sand, sea and sun

Of all the grand porches this earth may boast

The porch on the sea-shore is the one I love most


Janet~

Friday, April 1, 2011

Little Is Much.....


It's the tiny grain of sand that makes the shore
It’s the drop of rain that fills the mighty sea
It’s the penny that will help the wretched poor
And build the highway out of poverty

Janet~

Yes, little IS much if God is in it!

I was raised on an old proverb from my Grandma,

It rhymes in German but translates to English
somewhat like this,
'He who does not value a penny is not worthy of a dollar.'

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Ode to the Seashore......


Farewell, sweet sun-drenched afternoon
Farewell to seagulls cry
Farewell to oceans far-flung tune
And turquoise lullaby
Farewell to winds that sweep the shore
Farewell, blue-dimpled breeze
Farewell, farewell blue troubadour
Strumming at my knees

Farewell to heavens warmest kiss
Farewell, soft azure eyes
Farewell coconut-scented bliss
And pomegranate sighs
Farewell to barefoot avenues
And flip-flop rainbows too
Farewell to bronze, yellows and blues
Oh, seashore I miss you

Janet~

This afternoon it was so warm on the deck
I closed my eyes and visualized another setting……..

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Together Again


I like to sit upon a shore
It is not good to be land bound too long
Here my soul can fly and soar
Wafted on a turquoise song

The prison bars of soil and field
Have lost their beauty and fair charm
Now my prayers are freed, unsealed
On a shoulder lucid, warm

Trust her constant ebb and flow
Confide your deepest hope and dream
This is luxury, you know
In the lyric of the stream

I like to sit upon a shore
Dissolve into her ethereal bliss
Yes, I know we’ve been here before
But it’s never been like this

Silence is for the sleeping and dead
Words for paper and a pen
We’ll listen to the waves instead
For here we are together again

All Rights Reserved
Janet Martin

Thursday, August 12, 2010

My Favorite Summer Porch




It rests ‘neath the cry of the hovering gull

It cradles the sigh of the noon-day lull

It stretches for miles as a welcome retreat

A planet of smiles and sandy feet

And the waves roll across its tempered floor

For the porch I love most is the summer sea-shore

There is no blue-bell climbing at my side

But there is the swell of the ceaseless tide

And there are no steps of wood or cement

But sand is kinder and where I am content

The wind sweeps across this endless floor

Oh, the porch I love most is a summer sea-shore

No telephone ringing, simply a breeze

And the rhythmic singing of the turquoise seas

No duty waiting, no chores to be done

But simply the beckoning of sand, sea and sun

Of all the grand porches this earth may boast

The porch on the sea-shore is the one I love most

All Rights Reserved

Janet Martin