While Others Seem Unbothered...

OctPoWriMo day 7 prompt: Instead of writing about something that is different, a time when you wish you were brave, let's talk about something you wouldn't change.

 

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While others seem unbothered by the whispering of  Muse...

While others seem unbothered by the tether of a pen

I’m glad the yoke of poetry is laid across my heart

We cannot always choose our dues among this race of yen

Where calls to drink from kegs of ink fills quills to spill in art

While others may seem freer in this merchandise of clocks

Unbothered by the twist of half-kissed thought begging for rhyme

I’m glad to bear the constant care where whispered Dare unlocks

A vault to worlds that break the barriers of touch and Time

While others seem to cruise, while I stutter like one deranged

And while they are unbothered by the slur of sound and light

I wouldn’t trade this weight of words waiting to be arranged

In poetry; we cannot always choose the wars we fight

This humble task where heaven’s flask, unstoppered, fills the air

With possibilities of poetry leaves one quite awed

The common mien of pen and ink unveils a sacred stair

Here poets climb; from time to time they touch the hand of God

© Janet Martin

If I Could Change Anything At All...

OctPoWriMo Poetry Prompt:

What in your life do you wish was different?

Oh, If I could change anything at all

I’d slow down the clock in summer and fall

Then, when the heaven of it bids good-bye

I’d hit fast forward and winter would fly

Oh, if I could rearrange just one thing

Winter would lend half its ration to spring

But if it’s full allotment must needs be

I’ll pleasure its torment with books and tea

I’ll pour second cups and let the gales rage

I’ll see the world by the turning of page

While winter does what a winter must do

I’ll board book-frigates and read my way through

© Janet Martin

Pattern; 10-syllable lines

Love's Strange and Timeless Art

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The hope of it

The need of it

The want of it,

My friend

Becomes the very

Air we breathe

Where prayer

Cannot pretend

The will of it

The thrill of it

The spill of it

My dear

Rides soft within

Our laughter,

And so hard

Within a tear

The trust of it,

The Must of it,

Can hurt or heal

The heart

The rush of it

 The brush of it

A strange and

Timeless art

 

© Janet Martin

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day 5

Time-glass (OctPoWriMo)

Dawn breaks the Dark, Earth wafts in space

We rise and shine but by God’s grace

Time trickles through man’s needy

Clutch, while we exhaust its

Taste and touch with

Have and hold

And dreams

And such

We

Groan

Beneath

Love’s letting

Go while moments

Wear our want and woe

And hours bear our sweat and

Tears and all the while days turn to

Years where dawn breaks dark, earth wafts

 in space, we live and love but by God’s  grace

© Janet Martin

OctPoWriMo

The Awakening (OctPoWriMo)

 Inspired by this music video (hit mute then feel it) or don't
because the music is too good to miss!

linking to OctPoWriMo

Seeking half-smiled approval, he relents

And wakens a dream in her innocence

The wide-eyed friendship of childish ways

Plants stars in the blue of love’s student-gaze

Age-old Newness bewilders gravity

Surprising the heart with Discovery

…and as it has been since Time began

Boy learns to shoulder the call of a man

© Janet Martin

also inspired by this day:)

 Let's Dance

A gold cello stirs

Dawn's cobalt deep

Unfolding dreamers

From cotton-clad sleep

It rends

Time’s ageless Overpass

With liquid notes

of broken glass 

Earth's vestibule

Of trees and streets

Unfurls a ballroom

Beneath feet

© Janet Martin

...and one more, just because it's fun:)

Crepe coverlets

cradle rainbows

before the bloom

breaks free

Your glance

grazes my skin

and wakens

the woman

in me~