Showing posts with label Montana-one-a-day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Montana-one-a-day. Show all posts

Friday, July 10, 2015

Colorful, Colorful World



Here's hoping your are rejoicing wherever you are, at the colors in your world!!
Above are a few colors we've enjoyed in the first ten days of July....already?!


Mauve-misty morning
Azure afternoon
Hello gold buttercup
Where is thy spoon?

Pink clover lover’s lanes
White Milky Way
Blue sea-song splashing
Our troubles away

Opaque moon sliver
On dark velvet deep
Sage vine with purple grape
Woolly black sheep  

Orange for carrots
For willow, chartreuse
Green meadow medley
And brown chocolate mousse

Cinnamon autumn
And russet and bronze
White winter countryside
Emerald spring ponds

Warm saffron sunbeam
Gray raincloud above
Red boots for puddles
And roses, my love

Coral at sunset
Transforms turquoise sea
Yellow for lemon
To squeeze in my tea

Ruby for vintage
Of summer-sweet fare
Indigo ribbons
For Sue’s chestnut hair

Over and under
Around us unfurled
Oh, what a colorful
 Colorful world

© Janet Martin

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Our Today...



 Hang out in Montana long enough and you just gotta go find yourself a river...

Where night poured its velvet river
Soft and pure it ebbed away
Into seas beaming with laughter
And Today

Big and small dreams skim the surface
Of what will be; who can say?
But to all the same God giveth
Us Today

Hope and holy honor trembles
Where spent hours fall away
Dawn’s bud births Time’s brand new petals
Called Today

Come, let us reason together
God giveth and takes away
He allows the sun and shadow
Of Today

It is He who fills the river
Of midnight that seeps away
Rendering twixt past and future
Our Today

© Janet Martin

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Before Tomorrow is Today...

I'm re-posting the quote that Cyndy in Montana posted this morning. Find out where she found it and how it inspired her here.


Perhaps when you have slipped from me
To that Yon echo-laden trove
Then you might be the memory
For which I pine with homesick love

Therefore I cannot stand too long
To stare at what once was, because
Then I might miss this moment-song
Spiraling without lull or pause

Pray that I am amazed, half-crazed
With hunger, not for what has been
But, for that which spills in Todays
And middle-Mays all new-born green

Then when you fade in dusk darkness
And I should turn to glance, perhaps
With humble wonder at what was
I hope my heart dances and claps

© Janet Martin

Before Tomorrow is Today
Let’s get out there and make a
dancing, clapping memory!

Crank up the volume and sing like you mean...your life-song, that is;-)

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Isn't Spring Simply Lovely?

...slowly but surely the melt is happening 

...because we are still waiting for the first bloom of green-gold the writer drew from experience of Past spring to dream of Spring-future;-)

Spring melts svelte fences, spreads a mat of lilting laughter where 
Earth wore the shroud of loud, proud winter's wild and frigid flare
We ride the wide wave of brave daydreams spawned by yawns blue-gold
Oh, isn't spring simply a lovely blessing to behold?

I've never heard a tree complain when it is stripped of leaf
but it stands bold and stalwart through cold rain and snow; Belief
buoys the body because bud, like wisdom soft unfolds
within the waiting; isn't spring lovely in greens and golds?

In the city, spring is pretty where the gritty boulevard
Wears blushing trees like emerald bracelets on a weathered arm
And countryside is like a bride preparing for her groom
in her best dress; isn't spring simply stunning in first-bloom?

Spring doffs the dowdy hill and rill then spills in daffodil
it 'considers the lilies', clothing earth in apparel
unrivaled in its finery; a lithesome loom weaving
fresh fabric; isn't spring simply a lovely, lovely thing?

Janet

Victoria and I watched the morning giggle in pink puddles and gold looking-glasses, somehow its giddiness seeped into our souls...




I was trying to refrain from writing another spring poem but every so often Cyndy shares a poem or an excerpt of a poem that makes me want to stand on my chair and cheer LOUDLY. this is such a poem...(while I don't live in the west, I hear many 'west' stories from hubby who travels there every week... ) and after reading it my pen could not resist...here is the poem Cyndy linked to in full.



Open Range

Western land was made for those
Who like land wild and free,
For cattle, deer, and buffalo,
For antelope and me;
For those who like a land the way
That it was made by God
Before men thought they could improve
By plowing up the sod.



I want the rivers running clean,
I want a clear, blue sky,
A place to draw a good, deep breath
And live, before I die.
I want the sage, I want the grass,
I want the curlew's call,
And I don't want just half a loaf,—
I've got to have it all.



These cities seem to ear me down
And I can't stand their roar,
They make me have the itching foot
To get back West once more.
I hate the milling herds in town
With all their soot and grime,
I wouldn't trade a western trail
For Broadway any time.



Just give me country big and wide
With benchland, hills and breaks,
With coulees, cactus, buttes and range,
With creeks, and mountain lakes,
Until I cross the Great Divide,
Then, God, forgive each sin
And turn me loose on my cayuse
But please don't fence me in.



by Robert H. Fletcher, from Corral Dust, 1936 edition

 

Stan Howe pointed out that "ear" in the line "These cities seem to ear me down" is correct. He writes, "To 'ear' an animal down is to grab him by the ear and either pull him down or twist his ear until he goes down on his knees and can be pulled over on his side. It works better with cows than horses but can be done with horses, too.  Bob knew exactly what he was writing. In cowboy parlance if something is earing you down, it is wearing on you and will finally get you down.  That is what is happening in the poem, the city is earing him down." 

Friday, February 27, 2015

Falling in Love Every Day





Don't you just love the 'newness' of morning; the hope of this Stranger-Friend as we meet for the first time, every time?!
Cyndy got me to thinking how, in a sense I fall in love every day!

Sometimes you disappoint me so
Your coat of dowdy cloudy-gray
Is tugged from you and tossed away
And I am glad to see you go
And yet, in spite of it I know
 I’ll fall in love, come morning’s Day

There’s something’ bout the ‘new’ of you
That I simply cannot resist
From yonder blue you woo, God-kissed
And melt the night with bright-eyed hue
Stranger, yet Friend I fall into
The brand-new you that Time untwists

Night helps me to relinquish all
I cannot change and frees my arms
For morning filled with virgin charms
Where you are waiting handsome-tall
Your ‘could-have-been’ pinned to Past’s wall
...into outstretched First Love I fall

© Janet Martin