Thursday, April 28, 2016

Important Arithmetic





Your hand
Plus mine
Equals
Joy Divine


© Janet Martin

  PAD Challenge Day 28: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Important (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.

Important Notice for Today's Musicians



 PAD Challenge Day 28: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Important (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.


Look, what on yonder shore doth break
Expanding like a golden lake
Until the dark is done away
In time’s new, ancient Thing; Today

Look, what appears where years have shown
We do not grasp in full the groan
Of love’s travail; atonement’s way
Covers the old with new; Today

Look, where the eon of the sky
Ebbed dark in vesper lullaby
Ah, see it spill its refilled tray
Where God has willed a new Today

Look, like an unsung melody
Sheet music splays from sea to sea
Ah, pray that we with rev’rence play
The harp strings that we call Today

© Janet Martin

Important Business, This Poetry

PAD Challenge Day 28: For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Important (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.





Important business this, the art
Of baring pieces of the heart
For stranger’s eyes to criticize
Or interpret, at least in part

Important business this, the dare
To splay heart pieces on thin air
For other lips and fingertips
To touch with much less thought or care

Important business this, the taunt
Of restless air requesting font
With lowly pen we trace its yen
And draw a poem from its vaunt

Important business this, the ought
That shapes a word that shapes a thought
That shapes a mind; ah, be not blind
To those who find what ink has wrought

Important business this, for we
Who teach not eyes, but hearts to see
As we lay bare on naked air
Heart-pieces shaped in poetry

© Janet Martin

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Where Midnight Poets Drink...





Now daylight stills its riot
Dark spills to hills and glens
It pours in blue, blue quiet
Like ink to poet’s pens

Time’s flesh and blood appointments
That stole the day afar
Are sequestered in silence
And pinioned with a star

Darling, the miles between us
Are not too dark or deep
See how swift thought traverses
And keeps the pen from sleep

The traveler of star-dust
Wherever she may stray
Is not alone or lost, love
A pen will find the way

As, large and wide the midnight
Fills earth and sky with ink
An ocean, blue and quiet
Where midnight-poets drink

© Janet Martin


Topsy-Turvy April




 April Collage...


Somehow you keep us caught between
Beyond our years and seventeen
One day gray-cold, the next warm-gold
You lure brown hills into soft green

You tease us with first-flower hymns
Thread ruby jewels on bare limbs
Then kiss bud-brakes with lost snowflakes
Even while robin-chorus brims

You run your laughter through blue air
Then bellow like a hungry bear
You frazzle streams and dazzle dreams
You sing and dance like Fred Astaire

Somehow you keep us caught between
The way we are and seventeen
One day we’re old, the next young-bold
We follow you to hills, soft green

© Janet Martin