Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts

Monday, January 24, 2022

Womanly Unique


 Two lovely ladies from our church have created
The Mosaic Podcast (beauty created from brokenness)
Every single guest leaves me with a feeling of woman-to-woman kinship, 
not in everything but in something, 
because as women, in spite of all our differences
we have so much uniquely in common!
Right?


So, woman to woman,

Let’s not let our differences 
destroy our common ground
We may not all be kindred spirits, 
but still we are bound
By something womanly unique 
that leaves a man perplexed
Because they never know for sure 
what we will think of next
😅
Janet~  




I'm kinda glad Jim didn't see me climb a tree in boots with heels
with a coffee in my hand
to have a little dusk-soak a few dusks ago....
(the tree climbing was not preplanned 
or I would have chosen more practical footwear)😊

Cheers!






Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Heart of a Woman, Oops, I Mean Parts of a Poem...




Pressed like the petals of last summer’s pansies
Tucked between pages soft-weathered with wear
Lost to the world like a young woman’s fancies
Learning to grapple with fortunes of air
Touching her where she can never quite quell it
Rushing through her like an ocean, salt-starred
Parts of a poem too tender to tell it
Left to the hunger of some younger bard

Almost she hears the blue twilight come stealing
Snuffing the shadows that clung to the hill
Something akin to distant church-bells pealing
Tugs at heartstrings that her hand cannot still
Virile vibrato of fight and submission
Trembles in tempos of over-and-done
Melodies played by a master musician
Lyrics unwritten yet second to none

Time is a ticket to holes in her pockets
Places worn through that no seamstress can mend
Life lends her pictures to tender to lockets
Lost while she had other treasures to tend
Merchant of moments, sweet-dealing untwists her
Barter she must with a foe born to win
While she is learning to turn seasoned whispers
Into a poem that plays ‘neath her skin

© Janet Martin


Thursday, January 2, 2020

Like A Year...


 

Whispers riot in the quiet aftermath of having held
Twilight’s timbre tugs within her as woman and welkin meld
Longing lingers pointing fingers where her flawed farewells run wild
Mercy murmurs like a mother tucking in her sleepy child

Moment-tempo metes mementos dripping from the ticking clock
Breath-soft flickers harden into pictures solid as a rock
My, the saber of her labour can sever scenes subtly
As she staggers ‘neath a dagger that twists with what cannot be

Today’s mirror is much clearer than the one she used to hold
When much younger, she honed hunger bent on panning for fool’s gold
Now she grapples with the apple of time’s eye; sunset, sunrise
Gaping at the echoes taking shape before her very eyes

Seasons meter bitter-sweeter in the afterglow of youth
Reason reckons where proof beckons from the faultlessness of Truth
Wisdom humbles pride with stumbles teaching her about God’s grace
While the hour drops its flower like a tear year none can retrace

© Janet Martin






Friday, February 1, 2019

Sheer Wonder of So Much Love


All-in-a-Friday-morning's-musing...
Last night at supper we were discussing something that led to someone saying
how those days back then (of Emily and Melissa living at home)
feel like a dream and suddenly I had to swallow SO hard
to keep from adding extra salt to the soup I was eating...
 Time, what a trickster; turning something totally common into love's tender trophy, even now!

Suddenly I understand the song Row, Row Your Boat a little better...esp. with this video.

As a wife and mother I’ve learned things
 I thought I was incapable of
And would be utterly impossible
 If it wasn’t for so much love

As a wife and mother I carry
A hold beneath ivory-ribbed bars
A vault tattooed and almost buried
With wave upon wave of brave salt-stars

As a wife and mother I’ve tasted
Love’s bitterest gall and sweetest joys
And I’d wonder if it was worth it
But for so many precious girls and boys

As a mother and wife I could be
So sad over so much lost
Until I remember that love always comes
With so much cost

As a wife and mother I know I’d be
A continuous, emotional mess
If it wasn’t for the sheer, dear beauty of
So much happiness

© Janet Martin


Thursday, December 27, 2018

More Than We Can See...(so be kind, my friend)






That brazen hill once wore the fragile frill of Queen Ann’s lace
That frozen field by snow concealed was once a sea of gold
The barren tree, on winter’s lea doffed of Her green-spun grace
Is not all that she seems to be, that woman bent and old
Was once the girl that turned the heads of Casanovas past
Was once a mama’s pride and joy, a husband’s heart and soul
A mother to the girls and boys that grew up way too fast
A fairest-of-all-flowers before winter took its toll
That hoary head once red-blonde-chestnut-raven tossed, carefree
Is but the crown of wisdom on the girl she used to be  

© Janet Martin

Monday, October 24, 2016

If You Were I and I Were You...




 This was yesterday...
She thought it was a perfect coolish-autumn day to tromp through  the woods
and he thought it was a perfect coolish-autumn day to turn up the heat and have a big sleep.

If you were I
And I were you
Then when we two
Would get together

I suppose

…on second thought
We still would not
Understand each other
Any better

© Janet Martin