Rainy Monday Morning Motivation Excercise

PAD Challenge Day 25; For today’s prompt, write an exercise poem.

Trip-tumble,

Slip-stumble,

Grip-grumble,

Oh, wow

This is the edict

Of hand to the plow

Be tender,

Surrender,

Defender

Of joy

Beauty of duty,

…life's sun-rain alloy

Reach higher,

Inspire,

Dusk’s fire

Bittersweet

Heaven above us

Spills stars at our feet

Be patient,

Creation

Does not ask God

'Why?' 

Rains splays in windows

Reflecting hope's sky

Live lowly,

Give wholly,

Love slowly

And then

Treasure each measure

Of mercy,

Amen

© Janet Martin

 

Of Unromantic Mondays Mornings...

 ...from Shirley, by Charlotte Brontë

I had to think of this line; 'something as unromantic as a Monday morning' as I purveyed week-end aftermath...

How little we full know

Of what we think we do

Though hindsight may perhaps bestow

A broader point of view

We cannot truly tell

What sighs beneath the skin

Of Monday morning fare-thee-well

Until we meet again

…and though we think we stand

Where we have stood before

As Monday reaches out her hand

And draws ajar her door

...and though we recognize

The vintage in her flask

And even if we shut our eyes

We could perform her task

Still, Time’s week-to-week path

As by God’s grace we go

Is strewn with tell-tale aftermath

Of how little we know

 

...yet,of one thing I'm sure

Though Unknown weighs time’s table

‘I know in whom I have believed

And know that He is able’

© Janet Martin

It was a busy, Maple-flavored week-end... where we enjoyed lots of treats!

from the Elmira Maple Syrup Festival...frigid temperatures did not deter the crowds.

Mother's Monday Morning Madrigal

 ...off to Monday's G-races:)...and mountain-mercies.

The undone smiles in laundry-piles and sinks refurbished with their due

The morning spills to gilded rills in hope’s refurnished gold and blue

The give and take of living breaks the will of Want-and-Wishing woe

The hour thirsts for its new’ firsts’ of holding on and letting go

The ether reels from whence time steals forget-me-not and daffodil

Replenishes earth’s hungry tress with flower-trees on wind-teased hill

As Bleeding Heart falls to the art of portraits painted with the Past

While in our hand Time’s virgin sand is trickling swiftly through our clasp

The silver fields to which gold yields its giggling gasp of innocence

Beckons to her within the spur of Duty’s tireless insistence

The unchained clock with tick and tock will brush to naught its bronze-frond bliss

While She must learn to love and yearn for aught but love’s lingering kiss

…found in the smiles of laundry piles and sinks refurbished with their due

While morning swells in flower-bells and chimes in climes of gold and blue

The give and take of living wakes within her heart a paradise

Where hours thirst for love-worn ‘firsts’ and hope reborn in Monday-eyes

© Janet Martin

Monday Musings on Today

We cannot shift one jot of the past

Tomorrow, today will be iron cast

The only thing that matters,

in all we do or say

Is the keen awareness

of the value of Today

In Tomorrow nothing has ever been done

It offers no guarantee

Today is a precious and priceless stone

As we build history

Yesterday is the memory of moments shaped 

Today

Time is doled equally

To everyone

Moment by moment

And then

It is done

Triumph and regret

Are woven with the thread

Of today

Treasure and taste it

Oh, do not waste it

Today is a beautiful chance

To plant in its keeping

A harvest worth reaping

As we gather consequence

Time does not reimburse

One sigh or one glance

But graciously offers

A second chance

Janet Martin~

May you have a beautiful Today!

Monday Musings~

A mirror reflects the image

A sea reflects the sky

But thought’s finished span

Reflects the man

Not visible to naked eye

*** 

Man looks on the outward

But God sees the heart

There is no masquerade

For this innermost part

***

Love; simple yet so complex

And hard to understand

How both The Giving and The Taking

Are gifts from His hand

***

 Vanity and pride are as easy to hide

As a giant zit on the end of a nose

As a man thinks, so is he

As his thought falls, so his footstep goes

***

Judgment gushes from mouths of piety

Compassion bleeds from lips of Love

Pious judgment offers no redemption

But redemption pours from Love’s Source above

***  

I held you as a baby then you grew

I watched you as a child then you flew

I cannot restrain the Hand of Time

But pray you through; for now you climb

© Janet  Martin

Housewife's Monday Afternoon Haiku

Clean clothes frolicking
Boisterous winds tug the line
Laundry room tidy

Music of water
Becoming chamomile tea
Prelude to short break


Longfellow a-waits
Dickinson leans on his arm
An enticing pair

Stainless steel sink gleams
Tap dripping constant eighth-notes
In a tuneless song

Janet~

Housewife's Monday Morning Haiku

Monday morning smiles

Sunday echoes in piled mugs

And dirty dishes

Monday morning sings

In a harvest of laundry

Waiting to be washed

Monday morning gleams

A glimpse of heaven’s glory

Whispers from God’s lips

Janet~

Sometimes, to see the beauty of a Monday morning

one needs to look up instead of down;))

Guess what I am off to do!