Saturday, March 15, 2014


Can ink preserve with twist and curve these hours slipping fast?
And can a pen restore again pressed pictures of the past?
We cannot quell the tick-tock swell surging from here to there
Though we may yearn for the return of days that seemed so fair
With ink we grasp and clasp the gasp that shapes Time’s centuries
As echoes waft from thought to jot to ink-shaped memories

Can ink retain the soul-sweet strain of Saturdays in March?
Before the air lowers its stair from midnight’s ether arch
To fold its art into the heart where now we scan the deep
Seeking to save from yester-grave a rare remnant to keep
And can a quill with want and will and bits of poetry
Secure in word a moment stirred by ink-shaped memory?

…of muffin-morn and hope re-born in ordinary things
Of mint-tea noon and dusk full moon and wealth too plain for kings
Of scolding, holding, duty’s beauty filling to the brim
Our little cup that we hold up in gratitude to Him
Can ink preserve with twist and curve love’s tender agony?
And can a quill its essence spill in ink-shaped memory

© Janet Martin

This day is turning into a memory way too fast!
 We have a tradition at our house: Saturday muffins...
Today’s Muffins; Banana-Cranberry and Chipit.

3 bananas mashed
1 egg
¾ cup brown sugar
1/3 cup oil or melted butter
1 tbsp strong coffee
Mix and add
11/2 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt (I always skip the salt)
½ cup chocolate chips
½ cup dried cranberries

Bake at 350 approx. 15 min.


  1. Saturday muffins -- what a wonderful idea! Thank you for sharing the recipe, Janet, and for the beautiful poem reminding us to value the moments. Enjoy the memories as you're making them!

  2. Hi Janet,
    Thank-you for your visit and thoughts! Yes, the great thing about writing is that we can save moments and re-live them through stories and poetry!

  3. Janet,
    Each beautiful day we are given turns too soon into a memory.
    But a memory to treasure.
    Beautifully expressed poem and I will be making those muffins.

    So nice to be here.

    Wishing you a wonderful weekend.

  4. Last night I had a dream that I came to your house and I helped you take care of a crying baby.
    I don't know the meaning of that dream.
    And we had tea and cake before I left.

    Thank you for the visit and kind words on my poem.
    It's good to be following your blog.
    I hope that you shall always follow my blog.

  5. I've tried following your blog but it keeps telling me to try later; don't know why?! as for the dream, who knows, huh?

    Tea and cake sound nice:)

  6. I was wondering why I have not been having any followers for a long time now, I have been following others but none of them follow me back, was feeling unloved ...LOL
    Maybe they are having the same problem as you.
    I do hope you might be able to follow me though, oh well, at least I have found you.
    Smiles ....

  7. :) I'm certain you are not unloved! I'll keep trying... sometimes blogspot has glitches beyond our control, it seems!


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